Collecting the Pieces

Sometimes the damsel needs to save the prince

I wanted to pretend for just a little longer that I was whole again. Happy. Then I'd figure out how to pick up the pieces and move on.

Something so simple, but it’s important to take the time out from living and just appreciate what you’ve got right in front of you.

Life was too short though to agonize over the little stuff; sometimes you had to do what was best for you and if your family loved you they would be happy regardless.

I see you still have attitude.” “And you still use fuck in every sentence.” “Nice that some things stay the same.

See you around, Doc.” “Is that a threat?” “No, babe, a promise.” “Fabulous.

What’s your name?” There was no way I was giving him that information. He could figure it out since I had let it slip about the clinic, but he wouldn’t be getting the information from me. “I’d rather it remain a mystery, one that stays unsolved.” I moved away from him again, but I heard his parting words because he shouted them at me. “I love mysteries.

I feel you. You’re inside me, in my blood and bones. Never fucking felt anything like it. I need you, crave you, and now you’re telling me you feel it too.” He