And now I'm right back where I started. Sober and miserable.
You're strictly a tulip girl—a red tulip girl.
I love you," I whisper. "And I love you." He smiles, his lips seeking mine. "Always have. Always will.
She's kind of a, well, you know, a B with an itch.
Only love heals. Anger, guilt, and fear can only destroy and separate you from your true capabilities.