This must be part of Mother Nature's master plan—making these boys so irresistibly cute, in such a naughty way, that the purity of their intentions becomes irrelevant.

I wanted to talk to someone. But who? It’s moments like this, when you need someone the most, that your world seems smallest.

There was no word in the dictionary adequate to describe the sensation other than sensational.

So this chocolate princess. Her knight in shining armor is the Easter Bunny.

Somewhere between a friend and acquaintance—a frequaintance, as it were.

I'm thinking I would like to dance in the rain with this person. I would like to lie next to him in the dark and watch him breathe and watch him sleep and wonder what he's dreaming about and not get an inferiority complex if the dreams aren't about me.

I'm liking that I can throw any kind of sentence at her without worrying it's too out there.