My front door had seen jean skirts, dresses, even a see-through tube dress over a string bikini. A handful of times, spackled-on makeup and glitter lotion. Never pajamas.

I belong to my beloved, and my beloved is mine.

Did women deserve to be treated like sluts? No. Did sluts deserve to be treated like sluts? Yes.

The snow began to fall again, drifting against the windows, politely begging entrance and then falling with disappointment to the ground.

Time will make it worse! You're...the other half of his soul. He's never going to get over you. And no matter how much you hope that you will... you'll never get over him. You're going to wake up one day and realize what you've done, and you're going to regret the time you wasted apart from him for the rest of your life.

The only thing I'm afraid of is a life without you, Pigeon.

The only woman I'd ever wanna marry just broke my heart.