There was something absolutely terrifying in handing over your wounded heart for someone else to hold.

So these Daleks conquer entire planets, right?""Mm-hmm." He nodded against my chest."But they can't even go up steps.

Six months ago, I was intrigued, bewitched even, by this butterfly man. Now I was in love with him, impossibly so. Impossible because there was no going back from this. I was a changed man. My heart belonged wholly to him, and I knew, without a doubt, it always would.

Maythe stars forever guide us, and may this lighthouse bring ushome.

So, this Doctor Who guy travels to different galaxies in the TARDIS thing?" There was only silence on the line, so as always, I felt the need to fill it. "Because it's not very aerodynamic, and it doesn't seem like it's built to withstand the pressure of zero gravity

I have a black belt in sarcasm, and my wit is like lightning.

My last thought before falling asleep last night was a realisation that I was falling in love with Andrew. Well, not me exactly. My stupid, traitorous heart.

Silent tears are the worst. It's the sign of a broken spirit. No sound, no residual emotions... just tears. Silent, unstoppable tears.

They should love you, just as you are. Parents should love their kids, right?" "You'd think so.

I wasn't prepared to feel anything again. I wasn't supposed to. When hearts are broken so utterly beyond repair, they're not supposed to beat again, right?