A Mistake Isn’t A Mistake Unless It

I Did A Lot Of Shopping For Her In Tokyo Because The Colors Here Are Very Conservative. A Shopaholic Would Have A Coat In Every Color And Lots Of Accessories

What Are They Waiting To See?" Sam Follows My Gaze And I Shrug. "who Knows? You Could Always Do A Dance, Or Tell A Joke, Or... Kiss The Bride?" "not The Bride," He Wraps His Arms Around Me, And Gradually Pulls Me Close. Our Noses Are Practically Touching. I Can See Right Into His Eyes. I Can Feel The Warmth Of His Skin. "you." Me. "the Girl Who Stole My Phone." His Lips Brush Across The Corner Of My Mouth. "the Thief." "it Was In A Bin." "still Stealing." "no It Isn't-," I Begin. But Now His Mouth Is Firmly On Mine, And I Can't Speak At All. And Suddenly, Life Is Good.

My Childhood Was Spent Embracing One Literary Heroine After Another. I Identified Passionately With Each One And Would Slavishly Imitate Them.

I Know This Is Our Honeymoon. But Just Sometimes, I Wish Luke Was A Girl.

You Can Want And Want And Want, But If He Doesn't Want You Back ... You Might As Well Wish The Sky Were Red.