Its just the anniversary, she wanted to tell him. Its just this time of the year stirring up these memories. Everything will be all right. But she couldn't say that, because she wasn't sure it was true.

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

This isn't a game for me. I love you, Ivy, and one day you're going to believe me.

Her hair gives dawn it's fire, her eyes give dusk her soul" He knew how to use his voice to melt a girl's heart, to make a girl want to believe. I steeled myself against the seductive words. "Excuse me?" "It's a line of poetry describing a beautiful girl, one who doesn't seem to know it.

Good dog! Nice fetch!" "He wasn't fetching." "Bring her here, boy. Good job!" The dog looked from Zack to me. "I've been training him," Zack said. "Up till now he's brought home only dead rabbits, but I guess he's finally getting the hang of it.

old grudges and bitterness always hurt the individual more than the one whom he believes injured him.

...you canʹt always choose how you love a person. Love isnʹt logical or fair. It just happens.