Promises. I Was Drowning In Promises.

I Couldn’t Help It,” I Said, Knowing How Lame That Sounded. It Was As Bad As Angeline’s “it’s Not My Fault” Mantra.

We Cannot Road Trip To Paris.

Maybe Under All That Guilt And Certainty That He Couldn't Love Again, He Still Wanted Me. I Would Have Liked To Have Found Out. But I Didn't Have The Time. Instead, I Punched Him.

It's A Fact That People Are Afraid Of What They Don't Understand. And Most Are Too Lazy Or Ignorant To Find Out More.

This Is A, Uh, Friendship Ring Right?” “yeah, Don’t Worry. If I Propose, You’ll Know It. For One Thing, I’ll Be Hyperventilating.” A Sly Smile—surprisingly Sexy—turned Up His Lips. “and It’ll Be A Ruby.” “rubies? No Diamonds? Too Expensive For The Old Writer’s Salary, Huh?” He Made A Disparaging Grunt At That. “no, I Just Think Diamonds Are Common, That’s All. If I Get Married, It’ll Be Because Something Uncommon Is Occurring. Besides, You Wear A Lot Of Red, Right? I Know How Important It Is For Your Accessories To Match.