Kaeleigh, queen of passive, all the time saying no, but not strong enough to mean it.

The more I think about it, the more I believe there has to be a subtle yet satisfying method of revenge.

Before you, I believed love was making love. Waiting only makes me love you more.

Words have power. The power to soothe. The power to skewer someone through the heart. The power to render someone speechless.

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

This is unstoppable, no holds barred. This is beautiful. Crazy. A beginning. Betrayal. Addictive. Aggressive. Alive. This is something to be afraid of.

Why doesn't love come with an owner's manual?