I close my eyes and think about the only thing that makes life worth the trials: Emma Kingsley, her sweet smile, and the laugh that make me believe in a future.

He was supposed to be the one I loved forever. But he never saw the tears stream down my face. Never knew the hurt and humiliation and anguish. He just disappeared into the night,

The idea that I could lose her again… it’s unbearable.

I’ve been chasing you since before I knew what chasing a girl meant.

That tonight you’re falling asleep in my arms. Waking up the same place too.

Nicola would have to speak up, Jacob would have to shut up, and he would have to man up.

My lips part, wanting to tell him a story, wanting to kiss him more than I want to breathe

I’m memorizing what takes me away. What saves me.

the ball of sexual-tension-meets-too-many-drinks was in her court.