How's it hangin' Harry? I keep trying to die, but they won't let me. Well, you can't have everything.
And when her eyes met mine, I felt something click, like a key turning in a lock.
write what readers want to read, which isnโt necessarily what you want to write.
You should be kissed everyday, every hour, every minute.
Summer romances end for all kinds of reasons. But when all is said and done, they have one thing in common: They are shooting stars-a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, a fleeting glimpse of eternity. And in a flash, they're gone.
Proximity bred familiarity, and familiarity bred comfort.