Fallen

You can't live by other's expectations of you.

Love can't begin to describe how I feel about you.

a hero was only a hero if the person being saved wasn’t strong enough to save themselves.

When all else fails…everyone is gagging…and the stove is on fire…I read the recipe.

I don’t think any less of you for asking me to come here.” He exuded a tenderness that made his words unquestionably sincere. I gave him an awkward smile, intended to be an unspoken thanks for pacifying my ego. He really could be chivalrous, when he put forth the effort. But then, he dropped his hand and stepped back against the dresser again, adding playfully, “It’s really not your fault. You can’t help yourself when it comes to me.

his typical white apron emblazoned with the words, “When all else fails…everyone is gagging…and the stove is on fire…I read the recipe.

Hmm. If it’s ‘bout classes rememba that ya won’t care in ten years if ya miss a question or two; if it’s ‘bout friends ya got plenty of ‘em in this house; and if it’s ‘bout a boy…give him a shot. Take pity on us wankers.

You can’t live by others’ expectations of you.” “That sounds like a belief developed over time,