And I’m yours,” I tell him. “Forever and always and then some.
My history defines who I am.
Alex took a piece of my heart with him when he left.
The urge to jump into his arms and feel the warmth of them surrounding me is so powerful, I wonder if it's medically possible to be addicted to another human being.
Stop focusing on the bad stuff because life is too damn short.
Sometimes things are better off forgotten.