“ I wait, you play. You speak, I cave. I promise, you break. You game me, daily, you play me. Coco J. Ginger
“ MY MOONI'll always wonder what time it is there; if you're dreaming, or awake. My moon is your sun; my darkness, your light. I'm in the future, you'd jokingly say.And I know where you are, because I'm… Coco J. Ginger
“ A WISHSometimes I wish that he will liveand I will see him.But mostly I wish that he will die, and take my memories with him. Coco J. Ginger
“ Defend myself? I cannot defend the verbal repressions of a boy. A curmudgeonly, cantankerous, ill-tempered, counterfeit boy. Coco J. Ginger
“ Writers do not have the privilege of sleep. There is always a story coming alive in their heads, constantly composing. Whether they choose it or not. Coco J. Ginger
“ When we are in love, we are convinced nobody else will do. But as time goes, others do do, and often do do, much much better. Coco J. Ginger
“ Maybe she had it wrong all this time and her empty heart could never be filled by his ingenious broken spirit. Maybe this yearning had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with her. Coco J. Ginger
“ I wore your promise on my finger for one yearI'll wear your name on my heart til I dieBecause you were my boy, you were my only boy forever. Coco J. Ginger
“ ...I feel like a traitor, a phony, a fake. But I am a hypocrite with the best intentions, and I need kissing desperately. Coco J. Ginger
“ Her heart had grown so familiar to the pain of life without him, that to respond now seemed too large a pleasure she could not endure. If pain was love, then she loved fiercely. Yet knew she could not… Coco J. Ginger
“ She stabbed him with her wicked pretty knife, disrupted his simple life.She's a player, a heartbreaker,and now she breaks alone. Coco J. Ginger
“ He cared less, so they cared more. He said it was beautiful. I knew he was broken.This was his game. Coco J. Ginger
“ He offered her power, money, status...a giant prison, all in exchange for only...her soul. Coco J. Ginger
“ He had let me know time after time that he was a thinking man, a man of intellect and wit. Yet one unintended hungry look into my eyes and he betrayed each of his words he had carefully spoken to me.… Coco J. Ginger
