Jay Bell

Ben let a slow smile play over his face. He loved this part. It always felt like revealing to a disbeliever that he had magical powers or something.

Just be careful. Passion is a bridge that connects love and hate. When you're standing in the middle of that bridge, don't let yourself get turned around. You've got to make sure you know which direction you're heading. Watch yourself.

People were clueless. Allthey ever went by was appearance and rumor.

Ben wore the same goofy smile as in the photo. Take that, new guy! I can make him happy too!

To the untrained eye, Ben had nothing, at least by the bizarre rules that governed high school. But really, Ben was one of the few who wasn't pretending, one of the few who was free.

He was so handsome, so beautiful. Inside and out.

Teach me how to fly, my beautiful butterfly.

There__ a coward and a fool, and both of them are you, My heart is cracked and broken, but yours is frozen through.

Love isn__ meant to be hidden away and life is too short for shame.

I guess I should have known back then. All the guys after him only left flesh wounds. Benjamin managed to get into my bones on day one.

Falling in love is a subtle process, a connection sparked by attraction, tested by compatibility, and forged by memory.

You know that old saying about home being where the heart is? I don__ think that refers to your own. It__ the hearts of other people, the ones you love, that makes a home.

No wheelchair can support damaged self-esteem until it learns to stand upright. No cane can help emotions limp along until they can walk. A cast or brace can't protect a vulnerable spirit, and not even the strongest painkiller can stop the ache cause by a failed relationship. No, the only way a broken heart mends itself is with stitches of time and the sticky tape of hastily rearranged dreams.