I don't know myself. I don't know what I want or how I feel or how I should feeland I don't think I ever really have.

The moment you see someone attractive, you can't help but make note of it. It's human nature.

There was no logic or any sense of purpose except that I knew I had to do something other than what I was doing, or I might not make it through this.

Oh, this is going to be fun; he actually thinks he's teaching me something.

But the heart has a mind of its own and it always gets what it wants, especially when it's dying.

I say that I'm not into you like that, Camryn, because..," he pauses, searching my face, looking at my lips for a moment as if deciding whether or not he should kiss them again, "...because you're not the girl I could only sleep with once.

What you wear doesn't really matter much. All that matters is where you're going what you're doing while you're wearing it.