I'm Lying. I Don't Just Need Someone

Except...i Do. Of Course I Do. Because As His Hands Gently Cup My Waist, I Don't Make A Sound. As He Swivels Me Around To Face Him, I Don't Make A Sound. I Don't Need To. We're Still Talking. Every Touch He Makes, Every Imprint Of His Skin Is Like Another Word, Another Thought, A Continuation Of Our Conversation. And We're Not Done Yet. Not Yet.

Maybe My Identity's Been Stolen. Or Maybe I Was Sleep-shopping!

Rule Of Life. If You Bother To Ask Someone’s Advice, Then Bother To Listen To It.

You Won’t Let Me Buy Any Clothes. Now You Won’t Let Me Buy A Road Map, Either! I Need To Spend Some Money Or I’m Going To Go Crazy!

There Are Moments In Life That The White-chocolate Magnum Ice Cream Was Invented For, And This Is One Of Them.