“Jen--"I am sorry that I hurt you. I don't have the words to tell you how sorry I am about that."..."I would do anything to take that part away. I would do anything to change the hurt I know I… — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
“Jen--"I am sorry that I hurt you. I don't have the words to tell you how sorry I am about that."..."I would do anything… — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
“why would i date him i like someone else"... "I'm the only someone else you know” — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
“Trev--"I heard you were going to go out with him and I burned with jealousy. No, burning isn't the right word. I was more… — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
“He grins as he straightens and walks toward me, the grin that brings out the dimples and nearly takes my knees out. I'm such… — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
“Ella no sabe que nunca me iré, y si ella va, la seguiré hasta los confines de la tierra.” — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
“I love you," she whispered. "And I love you," he said, kissing her. "Calli, you saved me." "What?" "If you hadn't come into my… — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
“The feel of arms around me, in comfort rather than as restraint or in harmful intent, undoes me. I cry for all the years… — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
“This is stupid, Kate. I love you. I want to be with you. Today, tomorrow, always. And I know you love me. Tell me… — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
“No, I don't party; no, I don't dress in black leather and chains; that's not my style. That's how I was raised. I worry… — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
“ You can’t tell me you haven’t noticed the way things are at school. I’m everyone’s favorite loser. There isn’t anyone more fun to… — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
“Kate, I’ve loved you for years. I mean, I know twelve-year-olds don’t know what love is, so I guess I should say I’ve really… — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
“Trevor : “Who says that you’re not good?” He sounds a little angry. “Who says that, Jen? Kyle? Beth? Ella? Your mother? You? Who… — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
“She slid her arms around his ribs, laying her cheek against his wounded back, splaying her fingers across his ribs. He stilled beneath her… — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
“Yeah, I guess I do.” My heart plummets again. “Or I did. Maybe I still do. I don’t know. But I didn’t bring her… — Cindy C. Bennett Copy Share Image
