Stop it, Mom, you're making me blush.

His eyes flashed open. “Is it so unbearable to have me love you? Is that it?

i want to stay with you." it was easier to say in the darkness, knowing as i spoke my voice would betray me, my hopeless addiction to him.

For some reason, my temper was hardwired to my tear ducts. I usually cried when I was angry, a humiliating tendency.

Who are you and what have you done with my brother?

Do I dazzle you?" I voiced my curiosity impulsively, and then the words were out, and it was too late to recall them. But before I had time to too deeply regret speaking the words aloud, she answered "Frequently." And her cheeks took on a faint pink glow. I dazzled her. My silent heart swelled with a hope more intense than I could ever remember having felt before.

I'll be back so soon you won't have time to miss me. Look after my heart I've left it with you