I'm not insane. This is very simple, very straightforward. Provided he doesn't kill me, its foolproof.

You were the first in every way that counted.

All cynics are disappointed idealists. The more stars in the eyes, the harder the fall.

How did people get over this? They obviously did. Every day someone fell in love with the wrong person and had to pack up all their fragile, misguided hopes and unwanted affection, and move on to the next picnic table.

People loved you in the way they knew how - and often it was not the way you knew. Or needed.

I'm not insane. This is very simple, very straightforward. Provided he doesn't kill me, its foolproof.

'What about stress? Are you using your stress-management techniques when things seem to be getting on top of you?' 'Nothing is getting on top of me.' As I said it, a totally inappropriate picture popped into my mind. 'What are you feeling?' Jake's breath warm against my face, my bruised lips tingling from his kisses. 'Tell me what it feels like with me inside you.'