You deserve good things, and I want to be one of them.
Coyotes hunt in packs, and so do assholes.
Love is for children and dimwads.
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.
Now that I have opened that bottle of memories they're pouring out like wine, crimson and bittersweet.
I needed to see, needed to know, needed a whole lot more.