...I need a boyfriend. And to get a boyfriend, you have to look good. Doesn’t hurt to smell good too.

It didn't escape me that he couldn't seem to stop finding reasons to touch me. Nor did I miss that I didn't want him to stop.

I needed him like I'd never needed anyone.

They say that when you're about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. They never tell you that when you watch someone you once loved dying, hovering between this life and the next, it's twice as painful, because you're reliving two lives that traveled one road together.

Keep in mind that people change, but the past doesn't.

Fine! I'll throw on some clothes. Turn around. I'm in my pj's" "I'm a guy. That's like asking a kid not to glance at the candy counter.

I already know my size. I don't need reminding.