Born in a generation that thinks cynical and disenchanted is cool, sometimes I'm a little off the beaten track.

People treat you as badly as you let them treat you. Key word there: let.

I never thought there might be one like you out there. Unaware, untrained. Unbelievable. You have no idea what you are, do you?” “Crazy?

And there you have it...if I knew that I could only have a few nights in that man's arms or nothing, I would take those magic nights and use them to keep me warm for the rest of my life.

He just didn't look like the kind of creep that would messily murder a woman in her hotel room; he looked like the kind of creep that could line her up in the sights of an assassins rifle without a shred of emotion.

Anyone worth knowing breaks once. Once. No shame, no foul if you survive it. You did.

Her absence in my life was so painful that it was a presence.