Love is a beautiful burn in the quiet corner of the heart that will not be ignored.
~ Adriane Leigh
Hopes were high. But just like a balloon pushed past its breaking point, hope is fragile. One lungful of air too many and the balloon bursts leaving ugly, shriveled fragments behind, impossible to piece back together.
You’re cute when you're mad. He caressed my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. I huffed in exasperation. Is that why you make me mad all the time?
