Out in the open field of flowers, I could feel the sun and see how every golden blossom faced the light… I knew that if I stayed there long enough, the flowers would follow the...

I could feel myself peeking over at him. He was like a seatbelt for my soul.

Maybe heaven was innocence, limbo was ignorance, and hell was fiery illumination.

I want you to stay. I need you to go.

You make obstacle courses and hurricanes, I make T-shirt slogans.

That’s when I saw you, really saw you for the first time. I didn’t intend to look at you, it just happened. It was like those pictures, you know, those optical illusions. You can gaze...

Damn it, Elliot, do you ever make kissing easy?’ he said, cupping his nose. ‘Maybe you should learn not to be such a tease and get to it a little quicker,’ I shot back. ‘So,...