See? Things are already looking promising.

I spent the rest of the day doing little more than that. I skipped dinner. I shed a few tears. But mostly, I just sat on my bed thinking and growing more and more depressed. I also discovered the only thing worse than imagining Dimitri and Tasha together was remembering when he and I had been together. He would never touch me again like that, never kiss me again.

Those who have to ask if faith is true are opening up a discussion they may not be ready for.

Plus, I was about to spend six weeks with Christian Ozera. He was sarcastic, difficult, and made jokes about everything. Actually, he was a lot like me. It was going to be a long six weeks.

Being with him after so long, after everything we'd endured...it was like coming home.

The only thing true about what you just said was the storybook damsel part - and that only because you're pretty enough to be one.

Having your own, um, cave at eighteen is pretty cool.