The Girl She Used to Be

It's more than the color.' He lifts my chin a little and our eyes reconnect. 'They have a dark line around the edge of the iris, a thing of natural beauty that brings your eyes to life. And they are intense; they shine like they're reflecting the light of a thousand stars, and they reflec...t me, too, and they make me want to be everything to you. And when you get angry, they dance a little, and every time it weakens my heart and makes me smile.

But I believe we all fall in love for some esoteric and simple reason: the first time a man comes to your rescue, the way he holds you when you kiss, his smile that has you endlessly daydreaming. I'm not sure the reason you fall is as important as the fact that you have indeed fallen.

Tears of joy are so much easier to stop.

Have you ever noticed that the end has a more distinctive feel than the beginning?

Name me. Gaze into my eyes, study my smile and dimples and tell me what you see. I look like an Emma. I look like an Amy. I look like a Katherine. I look like a Kathryn. I look like your best friend's sister, your sister's best friend. Introduce me. Yell for me. Let me run away and call me back. Run your fingers through my hair and whisper my name. Call me whatever you want; it's just a name, after all.

The look on his face is sweet and distinctly red; he is a cherry Life Saver.

It’s rigid. It’s firm and unyielding. It never lies…It is always right, and all you have to do is take the most logical path to find the answer. It brings reality and truth to every scene on earth. Every business that has fudged its numbers gets flamed out in the end.