“Holes in my heartYeah.That was about right”

“Right and wrongBlack and whiteAnd many shadesOf grayI want color in my lifeColor in my dreams.”

“He cups my facewith both handsleans in,eyes lingering asweet secondbefore his lips are there on mine,teasing, playing, tasting, kissing.When he pulls away,I'm breathless.He nuzzles my ear."Now that's thrilling."You got that right.”

“I don't want to worryI don't want to be sadI have so much to be happy about”

“I peelhiss tense fingerson his right handaway fromthe steering wheel, onetwothreefourfive.With each finger,the scowldiappearsa little more. when i placehis hand onmy legand gentlycaress it, he smiles.That's better.”

“Maybe it's not about determinationor loveor how hardyou can fightMaybe it's just bout fateand whatis meant to be”

“My reflection tells one story. My heart, a different one. The difference is,hearts don't lie.Mirrors do.”