All this silence between us, to protect her, and what has it wrought! How unthinking I was,” he cringed as he beat himself up inside.

I’m following hot on her heels, smarting from her latest rebuttal, and I can’t contain my temper as the flood of rejection washes over me, tossing me precariously close to the edge.

I don’t know if it was just me making things up in my head but after the fear in their eyes had gone what replaced it was like a sad kind of wondering. A wondering...

Most of the girls I’ve met since moving here have failed to ignite any modicum of enduring interest. Of course, I’ve dated; I’m seventeen years old and as horny as the next guy.

I fell in love with her suddenly, deeply, in the most all-consuming way.

I feel myself collapse inside as if the life force has been sucked out of me.

I’m not just the sum of how I look although that seems to be a popular opinion, and it infuriates me.

When we became teenagers boredom grew like a moth in a cocoon fighting to escape, and the peace created by our parents became a prison. We sought excitement and adventure. We sought anything but the...

I engage in subtle stalking. That’s entirely different and perfectly socially acceptable.

An intense longing builds inside me, and I fight the urge to propel myself forward and grab her into my arms.

I need to master the art of talking to her before I can even contemplate anything else.

Ariana strikes me as the type of girl who is attracted to authenticity.

While I AM sure of what I want, I’m equally unsure of how to attain it.

It’s the first instance where I believe that it might actually be wrong, the first time I feel like a bit of a creep.

I decided to write the book I wanted to read

I am unbelievably nervous.It is most unlike me.This girl is really messing with my mojo.