Don't give me no rotten tomato, 'cause all I ever wanted was your sweet potato.

How it felt to have the world moving beneath me, a hand gripping mine, knowing if I fell, at least I wouldn't do it alone.

It was just perfect, just right all at once.

I'd chosen instead to just change my route, go miles out of the way, as if avoiding it would make it go away once and for all.

He always did the leaving. But not this time. She kept walking, and did not look back.

You should never be surprised when someone treats you with respect, you should expect it.

As if he was beating me to the punch, his words living forever, while I was left speechless, no rebuttal, no words left to say.