Con il suo commento, Jordan ci era andato fin troppo vicino: Drew aveva effettivamente immaginato Asher Davis mentre faceva sesso. Forse doveva imparare a nascondere meglio i suoi pensieri.

Once you’re inside me, I promise to let you know how good I feel.

Man or woman, what did it matter who he slept with, and why did people think it was any of their business?

How do the flawed and damaged living ever measure up to the perfection of the dead?

Is it normal to live a lie because you’re too scared to tell the truth?

Sometimes it takes a kick in the ass to show us what really is important in life, doesn’t it?

I don’t know how to say pretty words. All I can tell you is when I’m with you, it all makes sense. People used to tell me half a life is better than none, but you’ve made me see everything I’ve been missing. Loving you has made me whole again.

That’s how you make me feel; like I’m free-falling, but still flying in the wind.

There are those nights when the dark is so black and thick, you can’t see yourself, and all you wish for is someone to hold on to. So you reach across those empty sheets of silence, groping and grasping, hoping you’ll touch something, anything warm and alive. But once again you come up cold.

The wonderful thing about second chances is that they exist.