You find the wrong boy, you ask for trouble. You find the right boy, you find love.
You're mine, Angel. And I'm yours. Nothing can change that.
You can call me Patch. No really. Call me.
I saw you, and I wanted to be close to you. I wanted you to let me in. I wanted to know you in a way no one else did. I wanted you, all of you.
I think I'm more of a guardian angel girl.
My first job entailed spending a summer working in a cornfield in Nebraska.