Marcus Flutie slept with just about every girl on the Eastern Seaboard except me. Though, he tried to get into my panties when I was a freshman but turned him down because I refuse to disempower myself just for a few clit twitches.

I love when I reach Marcus on the phone and as he says hello, I can hear the music he's listening to in the background. That music is the sound of him without me. How he surrounds himself when I'm not there, which is almost all the time.

Why do you even put up with me?' 'I'm not putting up with you,' he said, softly. 'I'm loving you.

There's only one racing strategy that matters.It's the one I run by: Get in the lead and don't let anyone pass you.

Fear is the greatest form of oppression. The best way to rise up in protest is to live your life to its fullest!

I know it makes sense for me and him to just break up now and just live our seperate lives and not have to worry about missing each other all the time. But when I think about that, I get sick. Physically sick. Like I seriously throw up. I need to be with him, even if I can’t, like, be with him.

You, yes, you, linger inside my heart The same you who stopped us before we could start.