He leaned over her, the sun behind his head making a halo of gold, his face lit by the reflections off the water.

Let's just say that if you were stealing TVs instead of thoughts, you would have been caught by a half-deaf, mostly blind, fifteen year old dog three robberies ago.

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

He had told her he would love her forever, but he could not stay with her. From that time on, she couldn't see his glow or hear his voice in her head. Could he still hear her? Was he even aware of her existence?

I'm sorry that you're still hurting.

Everyday, every hour, I have held you close in my heart.

I think I’m dying to get to know a particular guy. Then he opens his mouth and ruins it.