If they just carried on like always, everything would be ok.

Her friendship . . . still existed, as if it was a living, breathing thing, something that came to life the moment it happened and didn't just go away because they no longer acknowledged it.

Safe is just another word for scared.

He reached for her and kissed her. It was all at once passionate, as if there was too much in him to contain. He was immediately swept up in it. It took no effort, the difference between swimming on your own and being washed away in a flood.

The words were strung in the air like garland. She could almost see them.

We have history, you and I. You just don’t know it yet.

Every life needs a little space. It leaves room for good things to enter it.