I was about six years old, still Daddy's little girl, even though Daddy couldn't care less about me. How could I expect any man every would?

Faces ...I ...don't ...know ...the real ...me

And this is a kiss like none before, a kiss that could overcome the dark of deep space night. It's a falling star, flame, ice. It's pure as water from a snow-fed mountain spring. This is what you dream a kiss to be. To have a kiss just like this each and every day! How satisfying life would be.

Love is like that. I could crush her beneath the weight of confession.

Love means holding on to someone just as hard as you can because if you don't, one blink and they might disappear...forever.

Defiance rose up like vomit. I swung back and yelled, "Don't ever do that again!

HAPPY EVER AFTER is a concept I'll never believe in. I would be content to sample some little taste of happiness today, tonight, right now. Though I know without a doubt that tomorrow will come saturated with pain. Life is like that. At least my life. And honestly, I cant think of anyone whose life is any different. The price tag for joy is misery. [...]