He felt like the last bullet in a gun meant for revenge, sealed with a kiss.

He felt homesick for places he had never been. He missed hearts he had never loved.

It wasn’t me! Look at how little I am. I’m a little guy.

This is how your heart gets snagged, like a balloon on a barbed-wire fence, this is where pieces of you get torn away.

What are you looking at?” she asks. What am I looking at? My future wife? The mother of my children? The person I was put on this earth to find? Yes.

The only good thing about times of adversity is that you realize who your real friends and fans are - and the rest go away - which in my mind is an OK thing.

She is all I could ever ask for, she is perfect, and right now, with those big, green eyes and pillowy lips and alabaster thighs, the idea of doing this for the rest of our lives doesn’t seem all that daunting. She’s the last reprieve. The stay of execution. She gives me hope. But times are tough for dreamers. And even if my dream is a simple one—all I want is for Her to be in love with me forever—I know it’s still a long shot. Life ruins everything.