“Black funeral dress. Black heels. Black headband in my hair. Death has a style all it's own. I'm glad I don't have to wear it very often.” — Courtney C. Stevens Copy Share Image
“He always had bread crumbs in his voice, and I followed them like a fairy tale.” — Courtney C. Stevens Copy Share Image
“I love this about her. That she is like me. Emotional, and embarrassed about being emotional. I” — Courtney C. Stevens Copy Share Image
“Right now we're both yard sales of emotions. A penny for pain. A dime for bitterness. A quarter for grief. A dollar for silence.… — Courtney C. Stevens Copy Share Image
“Night was like Christmas. There wasn't nearly enough of it to go around, especially in June.” — Courtney C. Stevens Copy Share Image
“And more than that, Bodee left me with hope. For love. For wanting someone to touch me again and to lie with me without… — Courtney C. Stevens Copy Share Image
“And he gets why I didn't want us to be that to each other. Most people want puddles to splash around in; Thom wants… — Courtney C. Stevens Copy Share Image
“Black funeral dress. Black heels. Black headband in my hair. Death has a style all it's own. I'm glad I don't have to wear… — Courtney C. Stevens Copy Share Image
“Lex, this'll sound weird, but when I was a kid I believed in monsters. You know, like vampires. Werewolves. Ghosts. And I believed in… — Courtney C. Stevens Copy Share Image
“Bodee keeps us upright; not that his traction is better than mine, but because it’s what he does.” — Courtney C. Stevens Copy Share Image
“I'd like to hold you in the mountains, like to kiss you by the sea. Take you far, far from here to a place… — Courtney C. Stevens Copy Share Image
“Nature, at its strongest, shaved off mountaintops or threw houses into the air, but it couldn't wash away pain. Everything had limitations.” — Courtney C. Stevens Copy Share Image
“Because Bodee pulls back when other guys his age rush forward. Because his two fingers on my hips while we're dancing and swaying to… — Courtney C. Stevens Copy Share Image
“If he were to put his heart in my hand, he might never find it again. And I'm not cruel enough to let him… — Courtney C. Stevens Copy Share Image
