I'll never stop wanting to kiss you," he whispered.

I felt mocked. "That's what I get for trusting you." He took a step back. "Excuse me! Trust doesn't mean you get the response you want from someone, but that you'll get an honest response, and that the other person will stick by you even when you can't agree." Stick by you for how long, through how much? I wondered. What is the expiration date on trust?

Every night she had fallen asleep dreaming about that kiss, and each kiss after.

What do you do with your anger when the person you're mad at goes off and dies? Bury it? Bury it inside you?

I'm sorry that you're still hurting.

When you love someone, its never over. You move on, because you have to but you take them with you in your heart

I took a step back. "Here." He plunked his wet hat on my head. "Don't go anywhere," he told me, then turned away.