I hate the color red almost as much as i hate blond hair,"he said with an amused tone. -Dank

Beau’s arms slipped around my waist. I knew I should step away but I couldn’t make myself. This was home. Being in his arms like this was where I found peace.

Love shouldn't make our choices for us; it should just add importance to our choices.

Blaire, This was my grandmother’s. My father’s mother. She came to visit me before she passed away. I have fond memories of her visits and when she passed on she left this ring to me. In her will I was told to give it to the woman who completes me. She said it was given to her by my grandfather who passed away when my dad was just a baby but that she’d never loved another the way she’d loved him. He was her heart. You are mine. This is your something old. I love you, Rush

When you fall for the one that owns you, she’ll be the only one that has the power to make you cry.

Ash, I want you. Bad, very very bad. But you deserve better than this

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