I Gave Up Something I Wanted For

His Eyes Made A Slow Scan Of My Closet Doors, Which Were Cracked. “i Thought I Heard Something.” “yeah, Well, Guess What? I’m A Living, Breathing Person, And Every Now And Then I Make Noise!

All This Time I've Hated Myself For It. I Thought I'd Given It Up For Nothing. But If I Hadn't Fallen, I Wouldn't Have Met You.

Before I Could Stop Myself, I Punched His Arm. “careful,” He Said In A Low Voice. “they Might Think We’re Flirting.

Human Reproduction Can Be A Sticky Subject—” “ewww!” Groaned A Chorus Of Students

And Anyway, The First Three Letters In The Word Diet Should Tell You What I Want It To Do.