I lost my dad when I was younger, and I know what its like to lose a beloved parent.

I can't sleep. Too many thoughts running through my useless head.

I've never seen anythin' sexier in my life, and she's not even naked yet.

Does she realize she looks like a sunflower, ready to rain sunlight on all who look down upon her?

Love isn't about honesty. It's about protecting the people you love from things that will hurt them.

Since you came back from summer break, our entire relationship is about fooling around. We never talk anymore, and I'm sick of feeling guilty for not ripping my clothes off and spreading my legs to prove I love you.

There's a thin line between love and hate. Maybe you're confusing your emotions.