Ultimately, it's my choice and only my choice.

His face spreads into a warm smile. “As a matter of fact, no, I have never slept under the stars – are you gettin’ all romantic on me, Camryn Bennett?” He looks at me with a playful sideward stare.

Just because one person's problem is less traumatic than another's doesn't mean they're required to hurt less

I'm not sure what it is that I want, but I feel it deep in the pit of my stomach. It's there sitting dormant. I'll know it when I see it.

Yesterday I thought about why I felt the need to get up at exactly the same time as the day before and do everything I did the day before. Why? What compels any of us to do the things we do when deep down a part of us just wants to break free from it all?

You're like a philosopher with tattoos.

Truthfully, he lives right next to the Sexy Tree and I think that's the only thing that bothers me about this whole situation.