Sydney spent a lot of time on my bed these days. Unfortunately, it wasn't with me.
We all have moments of weakness. It’s how we recover from them that really counts.
I saw something in his pretty green eyes that I had never seen before: Anger. They were like emerald fire
And here I thought you had a soft spot for reckless young girls.
I had a standing arrangement with God: I'd agree to believe in him—barely—so long as he let me sleep in on Sundays.
We all screw up. Everyone makes mistakes. That’s what she did. It was bad judgment, that’s all. You don’t cut off the people you love for mistakes like that.