“she stuck a bookmark in my heart and walked away”
“And she walked away, and she walked away, and that was that, and that was that.”
“You’re stuck with me.”She sniffled. “Promise?”He rested his forehead against hers. “Cross my heart.”
“Why pay a dollar for a bookmark?Why not use the dollar for a bookmark?”
“Why pay a dollar for a bookmark? Why not use the dollar for a bookmark?”
“You’re not alone. You’re not isolated. I do know that kind of pain. I walked that path, empty of joy. I smiled outwardly, trying to hide my insecurities and fear which I stuck in the basement of my heart...”