When my eyes meet his gaze as we're sitting here staring at each other, time stops. Those eyes are piercing mine, and I can swear at this moment he senses the real me. The one without the attitude, without the facade[...]

If you tiptoe into cold water, you're missing out on the rush of plunging in headfirst.

We're actors in our lives, pretendin' to be who we want people to think we are.

If I had any choice in the matter, I'd stay in my comfy bed and eat warm chocolate chip cookies all day.

But wishes are only granted in fairy tales.

She ignores me, so I cup my hands over my mouth and do something I haven’t done in years— barnyard sounds.

It's as if I'm taking away his pain and he's taking away mine.