There comes a point when things are undeniable and can't be hidden any longer. Even from yourself.

I trailed off and he didn't push me to finish. I was finding that I liked that.

She stroked my hair and told me I was beautiful, but I was old enough by then to know not to believe it anymore.

I hoped this was true. Even if it wasn‟t, all I could do was hand over what I could, with the hope of something in return. But of course, this was easier said than done.

Sometimes, you get things right the first time. Others, the second. But the third time, they say, is the charm.

"You ready to play?" Dave asked, bouncing it. "I don't know," I said. "Are you going to cheat?" "It's street ball!" He said checking it to me. "Show me that love." So chessy, i thought. But as i felt it, solid against my hands, i did feel something. I wasn't sure it was love. Maybe what remained of it, though, whatever that might be. "All right," I said. "Let's play."

You asked me to go out with you. I know you probably changed your mind. But you should know, the answer was yes. It's always been yes when it comes to you.