Jenna Evans Welch

And why did he have to call me __uiet_? I hated being called quiet. People always said it like it was some kind of deficiency__ike just because I didn__ put everything out there right away, I was unfriendly or arrogant. My mom had understood. You may be slow to warm up, but once you do, you light up the whole room

Before I could catch it, my heart slammed straight down to my feet, leaving me with a massive hole in my chest. It was amazing how I could just be going along, doing okay, and then suddenly-wham-I missed her so much even my fingernails hurt.

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is, I really like you. A lot. But if you don't feel the same way about me, it's okay. Because you're really important to me, and I hope we can still be friends.

You're the one I like. Maybe love.

You're baking?""Yes.""It's almost midnight.""I specialize in late-night kitchen disasters.

Hey, I just thought of something.""What?""When we're together, we make one whole Italian.

Well, in that case, no. I__ not your father. But if you go with another definition, meaning __ man who wants to be in your life and help raise you,_ then yes. I am.

He turned around and I felt the shards of my broken heart crumble to dust.

I thought I wanted caprice and fire, but it turns out that what I really want is someone who will wake me up early so I don't miss a sunrise.