Time was a funny and fickle thing. Sometimes there was never enough of it, and other times it stretched out endlessly.

All I'm saying is once you've been out in the woods and heard the things I've heard, you'd believe in Big Foot and the chupacabra.

My brain must have felt sorry for me, so it'd created the only type of guy I could touch - a fantasy one.

I started to kiss him back, slower and clumsy where his had been sure, practiced. I was worried I was doing it wrong, but then a deep sound came from him, almost a growl and instinctively I knew it was a sound of approval.

We're partners." "Huh?" "We. Are. Partners.

Remind me," he paused, drawing in a stuttered gasp, "to never piss you off again. Christ, are you secretly a ninja?

Memories, even bittersweet ones, are better than nothing.