Fine! I'll throw on some clothes. Turn around. I'm in my pj's. I'm a guy. That's like asking a kid not to glance at the candy counter.
Anything was better than nothing. Half-full was better than empty. Ignorance was the lowest form of humiliation and suffering.
I loved you long before you loved me. It's the only thing I have you beat at, and I'll bring it up every chance I get.
Just because I've gone and snagged myself a hot boyfriend doesn't mean I'm going to leave my bestfriend high and dry.
One more secret smile. One more shared laugh. One more electric kiss. Finding him was like finding someone I didn't know I was searching for.
Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.
Are you gloating inside? That's what this is about, isn't it? Getting me to trust you so you could blow it up in my face!" [...]"I get that you're angry—," said Patch."I am ripped apart!" I shouted.
I couldn't stand here, hanging on, when the very thing I held disappeared more with each passing day.
