Like Everything In Life, I

Bella, It's Not My Fault If You Are Exceptionally Unobservant.

You Still Owe Me A Yellow Porsche.

That’s Why It Was So Impossible To Tell Him Goodbye — Because I Was In Love With Him. Too. I Loved Him, Much More Than I Should, And Yet, Still Nowhere Near Enough. I Was In Love With Him, But It Was Not Enough To Change Anything; It Was Only Enough To Hurt Us Both More. To Hurt Him Worse Than I Ever Had.

I Love A Happy Ending. They Are So Rare.

She Was Thinking What I Think She Was Thinking, Wasn't She?