Life was messy. Always had been and always would be and that was just the way it was, so why bother complaining? You either did something about it or you didn’t, and then you lived with the choice you made.

You know how gossip is. It's the toxic waste of small town

I found that as I flipped the days on the calendar, the worries I had about our relationship had began to diminish.

I've been burdened by questions I've asked myself a thousand times since the last time we were together. Why did I do it? And would I do it again? It was I, you see, who ended it.

I can't live my life happily knowing you're with someone else. That would kill a part of me. What we have is rare. it's too beautiful to just throw it away.

I consider myself foremost a novelist with the intent of crafting stories that people will remember.

Every girl is beautiful. Sometimes it just takes the right guy to see it.