Never, never, never. I am never going to forget you.

Nope," he whispered, when I tried to tug it away. "Mine now.

Sometimes you're the one speeding along in a panic, doing too much, not paying attention, wrecking things you don't mean to. And sometimes life just happens to you, and you can't dodge it. It crashes into you because it wants to see what you're made of.

No spinning," I said. I wasn't sure my head or heart could take it. Up close, he was so warm, and so beautiful. I was already dizzy enough.

I used to dream about turning back time, about reclaiming the things I'd lost and the person I used to be.

Everyone needs reality to punch them in the face every once in a while. Keeps you on guard.

Why are you so weird?" "Because my weird has to be able to cancel out your weird, Lady Cross-stitch." "At least what I do is considered an art form." "Yes, in ye olde medieal Europse you would've been quite the catch-