I’ve come to ask how you do it. How you feel what I know you’re feeling and then walk away like that.

I could never be afraid of you.

Alarmed, I realized what my visceral reaction implied: jealousy. Over a guy I barely knew, with whom I’d exchanged more saliva than sentences.

Testing her sexuality, she thinks she's caught a beautiful fish, when in reality, she's netted a shark.

He stared down at me, and i examined his beautiful eyes up close, something i'd never tire of doing.

Erin was right. Apologies could come too late.

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.