She’d conjured love in the heart of a man whose soul had been frozen for years, anesthetized by too much pain and guilt to bear.
Or maybe I look in the mirror every day and am scared as shit that I’ll see either of my parents looking back at me.
I’ve heard people say My heart stopped—which of course isn’t possible unless you’ve just died—but I now understood where the perception might originate.
I'm eighteen, so he's right-- there's no hurry. I don't tell him how much I want that sort of connection-- a relationship like he and Mom share. The trust and respect between them is plain to see, but...
I wish I could read her mind. She’s a pensive, deep-thinking girl, and it’s not unusual for her to stare into space, lost in her thoughts. Normally, I’m fascinated when she does this – the shifting em...
I try to be rational and suppress the hope that this is for real, but hope has a way of closing its eyes to reason and it just keeps growing.
I thought about texting Lucas, but what would i say? That i'd tossed and turned all night, thinking of his hands on me?
I didn't know much about Lucas beyond his striking good looks and his ability to beat the shit out of someone.
His protective wall had become a fortress holding him hostage rather than giving sanctuary.
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Finally, here’s to everyone who has survived something devastating—something that shattered your self-confidence and distorted your world in one blow. Whether you were fierce in the face of it or fell...
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Love is not the absence of logic but logic examined and recalculated heated and curved to fit inside the contours of the heart
Love is not the absence of logicbut logic reexamined and recalculatedheated and curved to fit inside the contours of the heart.- Tammara Webber
Let me tell you girls a story, short and sweet. In high school, I was a junior varsity cheerleader dating a senior who was up for football scholarships. I'd slept with him several times willingly. One...