Trust. Such an easy word. Such an impossible quality.

There was a certain feminine satisfaction in having the last word, delivering her line smartly, and breaking the connection between them quickly and decisively.

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.

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

It’s hard to feel desire when you don’t feel desirable

I know what it's like to battle everyday of my life, just for acceptance, just to survive.

Don't worry, now that I know about your little ego problem, I'll do my best to look all gushy when you pound you chest.