Come with me,' Mom says. To the library. Books and summertime go together.
Okay. I will go. But only if you will give me your guilt to take with me.
When you meet someone so different from yourself, in a good way, you don’t even have to kiss to have fireworks go off.
Guilt reminds me of a stray cat. You chase it away and yet, it comes back when you least expect it. If you let yourself feel pity for it and feed the thing, it parks its ugly, puny, lonely-for-attention butt on your doormat and won't go away. Scat ki...
When you meet someone so different from yourself, in a good way, you don't even have to kiss to have fireworks go off. It's like fireworks in your heart all the time. I always wondered, do opposites really attract? Now I know for sure they do. I'd gr...
Joy, not sorrow. Laughter, not tears. Life, not death. Love, not blame.
And then it hits me like a fast, open-palmed, stinging smack in the face. Having a ghost boyfriend WAS weird
