new-adult

We__e not together anymore. Don__ forget it.There is a pause before he responds. Hard to forget that. The gaping hole in my chest that was left when u ripped my heart out kind of reminds me every time I breathe.

someone like Grace. Someone exactly like Grace, with her Ted Bundy rantsand her calming presence and__ello, irony.

Not having your man card for so long has clearly turned your brain to mush. ~Justin

I sort of figured we'd be dating. It makes things like sharing a room a little easier.

The only reason guys wanna play pool with girls is to see you leaning over the table, looking sexy. Not that I wouldn't enjoy that... immensely." - Chris

My heart is yours. It beats for no one but you. Do you hear me? Only you.__Jasper White Surrender to Me

With the music of our singing in the background, I looked at the church candles and thought about the surreal connection between images and memory. The peaceful and joyous candles flickering there during the Christmas ceremony projected warmth, comfort, and familiarity _ even though thy emitted the same kind of fiery energy as the flames caused by the war.

Okay, on my first night, he tried to chat me up. You know how the story goes. __ou have the most beautiful eyes, I__ very rich, want to see my bedroom?_ Blah, blah, blah.___nd because you turned him down, he__ more determined than ever,_ Will guessed, with amazing accuracy. __ou did turn him down, right?___f course,_ I told him, insulted by the insinuation I would drop my knickers for a glass of wine. __o you think I__ risk my job for a quick tumble in the sheets with him?

With you, there's always music.

I won't apologize for something I truly feel.

Maybe he would see me as weak and stupid. Maybe he was right.

And then the lights went low, and our song began.The song I__ been working on since I__ arrived on the island. The one that morphed into something else entirely, something I never intended it to be. But music is like that. Much like life. It tells the story, it takes the lead.You__e just along for the ride.

She pursed her lips and nodded, swiveling around to continue her survey of my modest living space. Her arms were folded tightly across her chest as she strolled around. Letting out a long, deep breath, she dropped her hands to her sides when she reached my DVD collection. __ownton Abbey?__ jolted forward, clearing my throat. __eah, it__ uh_it__ a good show.

I want to hear one more of your storiesTangle up in your dreams, give up the fight__our one more glass of that wineAnd I might not go home tonight...

Everybody has something to tell. Everyone has a story. I want to know yours.

I'm making out with a dead girl in my dreams. I'm screwing women I have no business screwing. I'm pushing away the one person who actually gives a damn about me. It's like the Bermuda Triangle of heartache and I'm sinking fast.

His eyes are a hazy swirl ofgray, like a thick mass of clouds gathering before an impending storm

It wouldn__ be long until I made my declaration. I didn__ just need my position to be clear, I needed to blind Whitney with blazing fireballs of glory. Real hardcore knock-em-down shit.