Graham runs a hand through his hair and takes a deep breath. Finally, with a determined scowl, he crosses the room. His hands grip my shoulders. “We are not,” his voice is a gentle tremor, “breaking up

I'm going to arrange you, if that's okay?" I swallowed. "Uh... sure." My hands were clutched to my ribcage, my shoulders hunched almost to my ears. What, this isn't how you want me positioned?

But even if you have what everyone else wants- if it isn't what you want, it isn't what you want

But I'll say this, if what looks like the facts of the matter are conflicting with your feelings, then you need more information before deciding

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

I suppose love is never a sure thing, no matter what words are spoken. Love requires a leap of faith into the abyss, every time.

There are a million ways to lose someone you love.