You’re too young to be so old.
…you don’t fight fair against the devil, now do you?
I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.
Only great fools remain ungrateful.
You know she needs you. Think for a minute instead of playing the wounded ego card.’ – Derek
Hey, our hair’s the same color,” I said, eying us side by side in the mirror.
“Sure is, girlfriend.” Eric grinned at me.
You’re repulsive, Mike.
Your poetry–it doesn’t deserve to be locked away, hidden from the rest of the world. And neither do you.
I don’t think sleeping with you is going to solve anything,” she said, stopping at the guest bedroom door.
“I don’t really care what you think.
All the real secrets are buried, and only ghosts speak the truth.