I now know why people break up in e-mails and text messages. Doing it face-to-face is so hard because you have to stand in front of the person and witness their reaction. Face their wrath.
Unfortunately, there are no guarentees in life.
It’s as if I’m taking away his pain and he’s taking away mine.
Daddy, What’s the horizontal tango?
I wish my life was a John Grisham novel. His heroes always seem to be one step away from death but come up with a brilliant plan. Unfortunately, real life can’t be wrapped up with a nice little bow.
I’m ready for something private, private and real.
From the moment I told her about my dad, it was as if her whole body sighed in relief. As if someone else’s misery comforted her, made her feel as if she wasn’t alone.
Just the fact that you need me to prove I love you is probably a clue it isn’t working.
Every time I break out of what is expected of me and do what feels right, I feel stronger.
It’s not Brittney’s face, not her smile, not even her eyes. All of that surface stuff made the world see her as beautiful, but it was the deeper stuff that made her different.
My history defines who I am.
I can’t sleep. Too many thoughts running through my useless head.
You shouldn’t love me. I don’t deserve you.
I love you because you’re the only person I want to make love to without any conditions and – and I love that you need me.
Gary, who’s wearing a coral shirt and white pants, growls to look tough. It doesn’t work.
I eye Chuy like a pitcher in baseball does when a guy leads too far off base.
You once told me that I make you believe in the impossible. You make me believe in love, which I’d given up on. Thank you for proving to me it’s not just a fairy tale.
I want to hold you, Nikki. Will you let me?
If any guy threatened her she’d probably suffocate him with her oversized tee.
It reminds me of myself – seemingly perfect on the outside but inside is all a mush.