I thought about texting Lucas, but what would i say? That I'd tossed and turned all night, thinking of his hands on me?

The exception is I'm not going away. Don't ask me to do that ever again.

sometimes, how a situation is perceived carries more weight than the reality of the matter.

It was as though he didn't exist, and then suddenly, he was everywhere.

Alcohol removes inhibitions. It doesn't trigger criminal violence where there was none before.

I miss you Emma." I'm not sure, but it looks like her eyes tear up. "I was fine for months without you," she says, the words hushed and forlorn. "Why does it hurt now?" I'm sighing and shoving a hand through my hair, which I know from experience leaves strands of it stabbing out in numerous directions, defiant and crazy-looking. Maybe crazy is exactly how I feel. "Because now we have hope of something more.

maybe i'm exacly where i should be after all.