I hated him, loved him, wanted him, and yet I wished him away. So many conflicting emotions of wants and needs. So much fear. Not because of him, but because of myself—of how deep my feelings and desires were running, and how much I would fall if I happened to lose my grip.

Just as much as you cannot stop growing feelings for a certain man, there’s no switch to turn off your heart.

Life was beautiful, but it was also painful. People fail, a few get up, but there’s never a guarantee that their second attempt will work out.

I wish I could stop this one moment, capture it, because I know it won’t last.Because a guy like him doesn’t stay in a woman’s life. He breezes through and leaves only havoc behind.

Why did I always end up loving the person who hurt me the most? Why was love so cruel?

His eyes sparkled again, and in that instant I felt a strong urge to get up and leave him behind. I had been wrong to think what Sean and I had was special. He wasn’t ‘the one’. He couldn’t be. ‘The one’ would never leave me behind.

The guy was a piece of sin. If he were the devil holding a contract, this would be the moment I might just give in to temptation and sign over my soul.

Faster's always better, but you have to mind those curves. They're wicked. They can kill a man in a heartbeat.

To me, love was a drug. Jett was my drug.