Love between two people can last a long time if the people love themselves some, and are ready to give love to another person.

It was like meeting someone out of your dreams, or fantasies, or a beloved character from a favorite book.

This time I wouldn't forget him, because I couldn't ever forgive him - for breaking my heart twice.

Hollywood is a peculiar beast - people in Hollywood are nuts.

He gives my hand a tight squeeze, but that desperation, that urgency between us is gone. No insecurities. Max and Fang. Fang and Max. No longer a question. We just are.

I had to give him props, but how annoying of him to be a hero when I was trying so hard to dislike him. It was downright selfish.

Tears were dripping onto my dress, but I wasn't making any sound. There was no sound to express thid kind of pain. I didn't want to move, didn't want to do anything. Fang was not waiting for me out in the living room. Tomorrow morning, when I woke up, Fang would still be gone.