You're not going to die," I told her, lifting my head to look at her. "I'm not done writing songs about you yet.
when we're married, can we go to the ocean? I've never been
I wish you could be kissed, Jane,' he said. 'Because I would beg just one off you. Under all this.' He flailed an arm toward the stars.
holding tight, denying the fact that eventually we all had to let go.
Who need to read about real life when there's dragons. Come on!
I feel a strange, fierce squeeze in my heart when I see him, like pride, although there's nothing about Sean that I can take credit for.