Gettin' near the fire, chica, doesn't necessarily mmean you'll get burned.

Sometimes things are better off forgotten.

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

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[...]

Mujer, you own my soul.

Is anyone human actually normal? I'm beginning to think being normal is actually abnormal.

Next time I want to do something nice, slap me.