This time when we kiss, I feel it in the pit of my stomach, I feel it in my heart. And I realize love isn't about sex. It's about connection.

How can I explain purposely setting foot on a path so blatantly treacherous? Was the fun in the fall?

Would I drown saving him?

Her smile is like summer moonlight-beautiful and magical, with a fire that could melt the night.

Home ...Home. ...the word, ...has ...no ...meaning

Think long and hard before offering your heart to someone who can only accept it part-time

Disappointment Can do a couple things. It can drop you into a giant sucking sinkhole of depression, a place you have to fight to climb out of. Or it can trigger an epic mania to overcome the odds and transform failure into success. Say you swing as high as the chains will take you because you seek the thrill of flight, and on the up- kick, you lose your seat. Injury is likely. But if you worry about falling down, and never chance "up," the sky will remain forever out of reach.