His lashes, fluttered like butterfly wings. "I could've made you happy, dove." "You did," I whispered

There are quiet ways to die where the body just doesn’t notice that the heart is gone.

Is that love? It seems like a pale word, too easily tossed about by people who don’t know the meaning of it, who twist it for their own ends. I’m afraid of it now, right up there with clowns, close spaces, and open flames.

Before he bent his head, I knew what he was going to do. Touch his lips to mine. Oh, and I wanted him to... I stilled, hardly daring to breathe. The old refrain of cant and shouldn't sank beneath the weight of new worlds like please and yes.

I don’t like anyone knowing anything about me that I didn’t choose to tell them.

Sometimes I miss the old me.

We’re bound by chains of love, but they don’t weigh us down. Instead, they allow us to be bigger and better than we are.