“ Dad I pleaded, this is so [cuss word you never, ever say in front of your mother] ridiculous. ”
It's one thing to think you're worthless, and quite another for somebody else to tell you that you are.
~ Jennifer Echols
I love you.”I stared stupidly at him. Was he joking again, reciting another line from my story? I didn’t remember writing this.He leaned in and kissed me. I didn’t respond for a few seconds. My mind lagged behind what my body was feeling.“Say it,” he whispered against my lips. “I know this is hard for you. Tell me.”“I love you.” Hearing my own words, I gasped at the rush of emotion.He put his hands on either side of my jaw and took my mouth with his.
Why are you pretending to write, when I already know you're just doing that to intimidate me?
You’ve gone far away to a place with no horses and very little grass, and you’re studying how to write a story with a happy ending. If you can write that ending for yourself, maybe you can come back.
