It Isn't About Love," Vee

A Girl Could Lather Up In Soap Like That.

His Were The Kind Of Eyes That Held Secrets. The Kind That Lied Without Flinching. The Kind That Once You Looked Into Them, It Was Hard To Break Away.

It’s So Real." "most Dreams Are. It Isn't Until You Wake Up That You See All The Plot Holes.

You’re Not Going To Drive Me Home?” I Asked. A Waste Of Breath, Since I Knew Her Answer. “there’s Fog.” “patchy Fog.” Vee Grinned. “oh, Boy. He Is So On Your Mind. Not That I Blame You. Personally, I’m Hoping I Dream About Him Tonight.

Humans Are Vulnerable, Because They’re Capable Of Being Hurt.