He may be out of my life physically, but he'll always be a part of me. I can't let go even if I wanted to.

And my piece of advice is...don't flirt with any of the female instructors. They all have access to weapons bigger than yours.

...personal torture instructor...I mean physical therapist.

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.

Girls like you want to cut guy's nuts off and hang 'em from your rearview mirror.

My brain tells me it will be better to just let him go. My heart... not so much.

You are the one girl that made me risk eveything for a future worth having.