And as I closed the door, the only person I hated was myself.
It’s the pushing people away, never do that, it hurts more
tasazivkovic6цитируетв прошлом году
footing, fall forward and my much-anticipated Pepsi becomes a sacrificial lamb. Brown fluid drips down the shirts of both boys, because I’m just talented that way. “Oh, my gosh.” Hand to my mouth, fake wide eyes. “I’m so so
h1221цитируетв прошлом году
fall was the word most often coupled with love, falling in and falling out of. How was that even possible?
Cathleen Guintoцитируетв прошлом году
His mom had hit him…a lot. I didn’t care how old he was; that wasn’t okay.
Cathleen Guintoцитируетв прошлом году
We pretended and ignored the little and not-so-little reminders of her that we inevitably encountered every day.
Jordan Brewerцитирует6 месяцев назад
met his eyes dead-on when he opened the door. “What did Mom want?”
As you should.
Jordan Brewerцитирует6 месяцев назад
And she’d signed it Katheryn. Not Mom.
Damn.
Jordan Brewerцитирует6 месяцев назад
Hate was such an ugly, infectious thing.
Yes it is, I hate hate
Jordan Brewerцитирует6 месяцев назад
I felt every single one of the thirty-six inches separating us when he said, “Not seventeen.”
I hate the age gap romance. It just feels so weird