That's the thing about being the product of happily marries parents, You grow up thinking the fairy tale is real, and more than that, you think you're entitled to live it. So far, though, it wasn't working out as planned.

Stories are as unique as the people who tell them, and the best stories are in which the ending is a surprise.

I’m stuck babysitting turtle eggs while a volleyball player slash grease monkey slash aquarium volunteer tries to hit on me.” I’m not hitting on you,” he protested. No?” Believe me, you’d know if I was hitting on you. You wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from succumbing to my charms.

In the distance, he could see Molly lying in the tall grass off to the side of the house.

I don't write romance novels.

You need to learn patience, you grasshopper

I love you, not just for now, but for always, and I dream of the day that you’ll take me in your arms again.