He So Did Not Sit Down And

What Are They Waiting To See?" Sam Follows My Gaze And I Shrug. "who Knows? You Could Always Do A Dance, Or Tell A Joke, Or... Kiss The Bride?" "not The Bride," He Wraps His Arms Around Me, And Gradually Pulls Me Close. Our Noses Are Practically Touching. I Can See Right Into His Eyes. I Can Feel The Warmth Of His Skin. "you." Me. "the Girl Who Stole My Phone." His Lips Brush Across The Corner Of My Mouth. "the Thief." "it Was In A Bin." "still Stealing." "no It Isn't-," I Begin. But Now His Mouth Is Firmly On Mine, And I Can't Speak At All. And Suddenly, Life Is Good.

When I Shop, The World Gets Better, And The World Is Better, But Then It's Not, And I Need To Do It Again. (confessions Of A Shopaholic-the Movie)

I've Always Had This Deep-down Conviction That I'm Not Like Everybody Else, And There's An Amazingly Exciting New Life Waiting For Me Just Around The Corner.

Maybe My Identity's Been Stolen. Or Maybe I Was Sleep-shopping!

I Think A Lot Of People Still Fantasise About That First Love And What Might Happen If They Rekindled The Relationship.