ME: You 're a sick girl.ERIN: Guilty as charged. :)
Inside, I stop and stand motionless in the centre of the glass and chrome atrium of my manager’s building. As I stare at the photo on my display, I realize one thing. This wasn’t real. He wasn’t real....
I shrugged. I guess that guys who’d never do something like that have a hard time believing some other guy would, I said, but I could see her point. Awareness and apologies were fine and good, but the...
Wow, that sounds total stalker. Or totally hot. God.
Somebody always wants more.
I felt the threads of connection between us—fragile filaments, so easily snapped. Like the poem at shift into his side, we were craving to fit inside the other, and is melting and reshaping could be d...
Erin: We get to beat the shit outta guys in those big puffy suits!!! I’ve always wanted to really kick the crap outta some guy’s nuts. Now I can do it guilt-free! Me: You’re a sick girl. Erin: Guilty...
She's like a wind-up monkey that winds itself.
It’s my baby. I can’t just let her give it away—
Erin you' re dangerous. Iknow.
Good God, what did he not remember?
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
Smugly on the other side of Kelly, our pianist, who’d opted
What the hell is it about brooding guys that’s attractive to women, anyway? I’ve become one since Dori’s call three weeks ago, and it’s made me more of a chick magnet. I shouldn’t be surprised—being a...
Truth spoken out loud like that has a way of niggling at you from the inside, nudging your heart, tugging at your soul, lighting your mind with possibilities and sinking your gut with the risks behind...
Then she told me her name, which I forgot immediately, and launched into a monologue of enmity concerning the girl who'd bumped her. I didn't know either of them, and I couldn't have cared less about...
I have only one truth to stand on. I. Love. Her.
The worst thing is to be alive for no reason.
That’s what faith is, right?’ he says. ‘Believing in what can’t be known? Fall into my arms, Dori. I’ll catch you, every time, and I won’t let go.
I’ve been thinking about that proof I spoke of last time – that you’re where you’re supposed to be. And it occurred to me, can you prove you’d be better off somewhere else? If you’d have left the stat...