Jesse, we can’t do this.” “Sure we can, honey. It’s the perfect night for it. You’re a woman, I’m a man. Those little twinkling things overhead are stars. I believe it’s referred to as romance.

You're insane, but you're my kind of man.

She was temptation wrapped in casual elegance.

But I'm not any better at relationships than you are. We'll find our way together, even if we're fumbling around in the dark for a while.

And maybe that was love. Being so vulnerable and allowing someone else in so far they could hurt you, but they also give you everything.

Do you have a camera?" Jackson asked. "We could get some pictures and may be take a print or two if we're lucky." Jonas shook his head. "We'd probably get a bunch of ghosts and that would just freak me out.

My camping days are over, but I might consider glamping.