And Third, I Was Unconditionally And Irrevocably

He Squeezes My Hand, And My Heart Punches Against My Ribs. It's Just Like Pain, This Pleasure.

She Reminded Me Of What It Did To Her When I Left — What It Still Does To Her When I Leave. She Feels Horrible About Bringing That Up, But She’s Right. I’ll Never Be Able To Make Up For That, But I’ll Never Stop Trying Anyway.

Don't Let Anyone Tell You That High School Is Supposed To Be Fun. High School Is To Be Endured. College Is Fun.

He Raised His Hand, Hesitant, Conflict Raging In His Eyes, And Then Swiftly Brushed The Length Of My Cheekbone With His Fingertips. His Skin Was As Icy As Ever, But The Trail His Fingers Left On My Skin Was Alarmingly Warm - Like I'd Been Burned, But Didn't Feel The Pain Of It Yet.

I Wondered – Would A Bullet Through My Temple Actually Kill Me Or Just Leave A Really Big Mess For Me To Clean Up?