Mags, I’m yours. You have nothing to worry about.

You’re my true north. No compass would point me in any other direction but to you.

Mags, I don’t know how many more times I will have to say this, but here it goes. You’re amazing, you deserve the best, and I want nothing more than to be whatever you need...

The chemistry between us will blow this place apart and make it better through destruction.

Feel free to scream, whisper, and everything in between. I want to hear it all.

If it was possible for two people to make sparks, simply by connecting at their lips, I would think we would have been a firework display in the dark.

Because some things in life just hurt so much that you need to feel physical pain to start to heal from it.

I felt bad for trying to live a happy, full life, while my heart was buried in a dead man’s chest.

My inner Jiminy was screaming at me to stop playing with fire again, but I was a moth drawn to a flaming hot drummer.