Time to stop crying, time to get her act together and do something. Time to move beyond the pity party.

Feels like I'm in a play and I don't know all my lines.

Janie blinks and leans against the wall, just in case. But it's no one's dream. It's just the end of some things. And the beginning of others.

It's the intent, not the word, that makes something harsh.

The thought of being with Shay Wilder makes me want to gouge my eyes out with a butter knife

But then you slammed a door handle into my gut. And when a girl does that to a guy; it means she likes him.

And then they kiss. Slowly, gently. Because with the right person, sometimes kissing feels like healing.