Distance makes the heart grow fonder.
Want to get in trouble with me, Carlos?
I tried writing adult romances, but it just didn't fit my voice.
Say something, Amy," Miranda insists. "Something positive. I'm sure it'll make you feel better." "Okay, Miranda. I've got it." I motion the girls to lean in close to hear my words. "At least I'm not dead." How's that for positivity? I have to admit it does make me feel better.
Music is my drug, the one thing that makes me numb.
Don’t try and make me feel better, Alex. I hate you.” “I hate you, too.