These days she simply did the best job she could, accepting the good with the bad.
When a person sets a thing in motion, there's a feeling of unease, almost regret, until you learn the truth.
She turned the key, never taking her eyes from him.
Me. A bad boy. For eating boiled peanuts in the graveyard. Go figure.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that you are there, in everything I am, in everything I've ever done, and looking back, I know that I should have told you know much you've always meant to me.
If you look for me, I'm in the fiction section. Romance has its own section.