One

Tell me why one is the best." "One is enough. It's unique. It's a chance, an opportunity, an experience. One is never greedy. One is independent. One can change everything.

Family is not a career. It’s why you have a career. If you can’t be there for the big moments, then why are you doing it?

He didn’t complete me with a part of himself; he just put me back together with all my own pieces. I shattered and he crawled around on the floor handing me my confidence, my hope, my dreams, my voice, my future. He mended me then kissed my scars and looked at me like I was nothing short of a timeless masterpiece.

Death is filled with whys, what-ifs, and so damn much regret that it can swallow your whole fucking world if you let it.

Do you feel it?” “Feel what?” He sat on the edge of my bed. “My heart beating in your hands.

Let's never be in love. Let's fall every day without ever touching the ground. Fuck gravity.

Closing my eyes, I smiled. “I love our story. I love it so much because in every chapter you make me fall in love with you all over again. Let’s never be in love. Let’s fall every day without ever touching the ground.” “Fuck gravity.” He rested his cheek on my head. I chuckled. “Exactly, fuck gravity.

Life existed in the what is, not the what was or what if.

Lake, tell me this is too fast. Tell me what's going on between us is crazy because ..." My eyes flitted between hers and my hand high on her leg. "Because..." she whispered "...it feels like we've known each other forever. Like that one day three years ago held the significance of every day before it. Because on the one day you needed to feel a connection to life again, I showed up at your door. I was your connection.

With Lake I was a child running out into the street after a shiny rainbow beach ball. The woman robbed me of all self-preservation by simply existing in my world.

One is never greedy. One is independent. One can change everything.

One is enough. It’s unique. It’s a chance, an opportunity, an experience.

You’re awfully quiet for someone who thinks so loud.

Come on, God. I don’t want to believe that you hate me, but some days are really hard to swallow. Just saying …

The wall behind me was splattered with his words because they all went over my head.

Strength acknowledges weakness. It has a healthy respect for it, but it never submits to it. Got it?

This is it. This is where you sink or swim. This is where the survivors are separated from the victims.” She grabbed my leg, my prosthetic leg. “You’re a survivor. Get up.

know that I love you in a way that feels so much bigger than four little letters.

He gave you something very personal, and while I’m sure it came out a bit harsh, the fact is he trusted you explicitly with something so raw. It sounded ugly because it didn’t just flow from him, it ripped past his heart to get to you.

Inexplicably, she owned a part of me from the moment she was born, and it took twenty-one years for her to find me and dangle it in front of my face in an are-you-missing-this sort of way.

I wanted to always remember that all my yesterdays didn’t matter.

But at least the voices are sexy, not twangy.” “So it’s not what someone says, it’s how they say it?” “Exactly.” My head bobbed in an exaggerated nod. “So I could call you a whore, and tell you to bend over while I snort a line off your sweet ass with a hundred dollar bill before I fuck you, and if I said it in the right voice it would sound sexy to you?” “Pfft … no.” I rolled my eyes. Then, of course, I wondered if the “sweet ass” comment was literal or just a lyrical example. Okay, it might have sounded sexy to me. I wasn’t going to ask him to actually say that in his sexiest voice, but it sure left me thinking about the songs I liked. Then I focused on the actual lyrics … yeah, he could have said that to me and made me want to let him do it. The religious sector was right: music was corrupting young minds, and I was one of them. A unique and catchy beat could make people dance and celebrate some really terrible shit.

I’ll call you.” “Pfft.” I rolled my eyes. “You won’t remember me in the morning.” “I won’t forget you when I’m dead.” He shut the door.

A trip to China to watch a man’s balls explode, what more could I have asked for?

You can hold onto it or let it go, but either way, it won’t change the fact.

Clearly you haven't met my favorite lake. Mmm … no, but I've seen her photos. Looking up, I narrowed my eyes. He held up his hands. It's all good. They're tasteful. And out of respect to you, I have a copy of the magazine on my coffee table, not on my bed stand.