I'd rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you.
The price of a memory, is the memory of the sorrow it brings.
Next he grabs a round yellow thing covered in small bumps. It looks like a strange fruit and I half expect him to squeeze it to produce juice. When it reaches shoulder height the small bumps explode,...
I grab Sarah’s hand. You are more than that. I need you here with me. You’re pretty much the only thing keeping me from completely melting down.I get it, she says. You’re going to save the freaking wo...