I couldn't stand here, hanging on, when the very thing I held disappeared more with each passing day.
I couldn't stand here, hanging on, when the very thing I held disappeared more with each passing day.
Rollover minutes don't work with curfews.
I forced a smile. It was the one I'd been practicing all morning. It felt tight at the edges and brittle everywhere in between.
Sometimes bad things have to happen before good things can.
I know you followed me. Don't look so surprised. It's called a rearview mirror.
They said the moment I fell in love with you was the moment you'd leave.
I love you more than I think I should.
Whoa, who peed in your Cheerios?
I love you,Nora. Whatever happens, promise me you'll remember that. I don't care why you came into my life,only that you did. I don't remember all the things i did wrong. I remember what i did right, I remember you. You made my life meaningful. You made my life special.
I needed him like I'd never needed anyone.
I tended to be more a romantic than a realist, and chose blind faith over cold logic.
Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.
I wondered why life had to suck so hard sometimes.
Being with you never felt wrong. It's the one thing I did right. You're the one thing I did right.
If I missed out on some really big action, I'm going to be royally pissed off!
Did I really want to stay on this road longer, knowing it was only going to end in devastation?
If you could see into my past just by touching my back, you'd have a hard time resisting the temptation too.
Everything had come into sharp focus : his smooth words, his black, glinting eyes, his broad experience with lies, seduction, women. I'd fallen in love with the devil.
I'm a private contractor now. I choose my clients, not the other way around.
For someone who's made it clear that her life is superior to every other student's at this school, you sure make it a habit of pursuing every facet of our boring, worthless lives.
Just because I've gone and snagged myself a hot boyfriend doesn't mean I'm going to leave my bestfriend high and dry.
He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go.
Maybe Scotty the Potty turned into Scotty the Hottie. Have you thought about that?
Her hair was strawberry blond, and she had the shape of a popsicle stick: turn her sideways and she practically disappeared.
My life sucks when I'm only half-aware of it. If I quit drinking and saw what it's really like, I'd probably jump off a bridge.
He's got the whole bad-boy-in-need-of-redemption thing going on, but the catch is, most bad boys don't want redemption. They like being bad. They like the power they get from striking fear and panic into the hearts of mothers everywhere
Nothing makes me happy quite like a boatload of freshly fried fast food, smothered in good old MSG.
I cared about us. But the cold hard truth was, nothing I said or did could realign the stars.
Patch stood over me, and a drop of rain slid from his hair, landing like ice on my collarbone. I felt it slide along my skin, disappearing beneath the neckline of my shirt. His eyes followed the raindrop, and I began to quiver on the inside.
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