Landon Loucas Maxfield was asleep on his sofa. With me.

The truth was, he now belonged only to my past, and it was time I begin to accept it, as much as it hurt to do so.

What I can't do anywhere is be with you.

ME: You 're a sick girl. ERIN: Guilty as charged. :)

Really, he could have just punched me in the stomach, because my brain refused to comprehend the words he was saying. A physical assault, it might have understood.

What do you say when the feelings don't fit into words?

I'm gonna make that asshole gnaw his own hand off that night, dammit.