I was afraid of being rejected, yes. I was also afraid of being accepted for the wrong reasons.
I was afraid of being rejected, yes. I was also afraid of being accepted for the wrong reasons.
Please, if one of us cries, let both of us cry. But preferably neither of us.
The pain of not knowing what to do was exceeded only by that of knowing what I had done.
There was a brief silence. I think I heard snow falling.
What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died?
And then I did what I had never done in his presence, much less in his arms. I cried.
Either way I don't come first, which for some stupid reason bothers hell out of me, having grown up with the notion that I always had to be number one. Family heritage, don't you know?
Love means never having to say you're sorry.
True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked.
They glanced at one another like tigers taking measure of a menacing new rival.
What can you say about a 25-year-old girl who died That she was beautiful And brilliant. That she love Mozart and Bach. And the Beatles. And me.
This isn't a watercolor, it's a mural.
Love means not ever having to say you're sorry.
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