I hadn't done any of the things that I normally did with girls, yet somehow I'd fallen in love.
Everyone always noticed Ashley. She was like a flashing neon sign for anyone with an ounce of testosterone.
First you will smile, and then you will cry -- don't say you haven't been warned.
Who am I? And how, I wonder, will this story end?
I have come to realize that destiny can hurt a person as much as it can bless him.
Did you hear that Mitch? Your mom thinks you're beautiful.