There was this one time when I had to return a book at Borders.

That first big kiss is so important. That big impression you never get a second chance to repeat.

“We grow old rightly,” she said as she arranged the peonies in a vase.

I didn’t know it was gonna be like this. i guess when you least expected, things happen. you’re not even my type.

My yoga teacher is also a psychic, astrologer and reader of auras. This seems unfair.

“How is this even my life?,” Steve Allele wondered as he surveyed the teeming, hivelike crowd stretched out before him.

This is not the way I pictured it. How did I picture it?