Pharmacy Night 2013 (18.01.13-19.01.13)
It was a pretty good night, can’t wait for more nights like this one.
Never thought I’d still be here
Wishing you would somehow love me back
Wondering if you even think of me as a good friend
I get jealous sometimes when you do things for others but not me
Like birthday gifts, offering others food, silly things like that
I try not to think about it much
But sometimes it’s just a little hard
Hard to pretend
Hard to love
Hard not to care
Hard to let you go
But I know I have to, I thought I had
For some reason I just keep coming right back to you
I’m letting go, I’ll let go, let go.
— Christian Grey, Fifty Shades Freed
Its been a while since I’ve actually written a post, maybe I should do it more often. Anyway, I’ve been reading the Fifty Shades Trilogy for the past couple of days, I started the first one a while back and now I’m in the middle of Fifty Shades Freed. I must admit though, I enjoy this book. It you look pass the “explicit” ,as some would call it, parts of the books it’s really heart-felt. It somehow tugs at your heart. I don’t know, maybe there’s a surprise waiting for me during the last few chapters, I’ll just have to keep reading to find out and then I can give a much better and full review :)
There is just one part I have read so that I can’t get out of my head. It’s near the end of the second book, Fifty Shades Darker, when Christian Grey is proposing.
“You wanted hearts and flowers. You have my heart. And here are the flowers.” - CG
“You wanted hearts and flowers,” he murmurs.
I blink at him, not quite believing what I’m seeing.
“You have my heart.” And he waves toward the room.
“And here are the flowers,” I whisper, completing his sentence. “Christian, it’s lovely.” I can’t think of what else to say. My heart is in my mouth as tears prick my eyes.
Tugging my hand, he pulls me into the room, and before I know it, he’s sinking to one knee in front of me. Holy hell … I did not expect this! I stop breathing.
From his inside jacket pocket he produces a ring and gazes up at me, his eyes bright gray and raw, full of emotion.
“Anastasia Steele. I love you. I want to love, cherish, and protect you for the rest of my life. Be mine. Always. Share my life with me. Marry me.”
I blink down at him as my tears fall. My Fifty, my man. I love him so, and all I can say as the tidal wave of emotion hits me is, “Yes.”
He grins, relieved, and slowly slides the ring on my finger. It’s beautiful, an oval diamond in a platinum ring. Jeez—it’s big … Big, but oh-so-simple and stunning in its simplicity.
“Oh, Christian,” I sob, suddenly overwhelmed with joy, and I join him on my knees, my fingers fisting in his hair as I kiss him, kiss him with all my heart and soul. Kiss this beautiful man, who loves me as I love him; and as he wraps his arms around me, his hands moving to my hair, his mouth on mine. I know deep down I will always be his, and he will always be mine. We’ve come so far together, we have so far to go, but we are made for each other. We are meant to be.
This is by far my most favourite part of Fifty Shades Darker. I don’t know it’s just so sweet, if you read the book or you’ve read the book you’ll understand why. I can’t wait to read the last book, I’m sure I’ll be finish it a few days.