Who else would find me at just this moment? First he found me drunk, now he found me cleaning up poo from a barking pony who was about to go into attack mode.
He's not my step brother technically, so I think it's okay that I kissed him once.
I'm liking that I can throw any kind of sentence at her without worrying it's too out there.
I am bigger than the box I'm in.
I've given him more mixed signals than a dyslexic Morse code operator.
It's a total lie to say there's only one person you're going to be with for the rest of your life. If you're lucky - and if you try really hard - there will always be more than one.