“It looked like a love poem, and I was jealous of whoever inspired the sort of devotion he must have felt to make those words so permanent” — Tammara Webber Copy Share Image
“I felt the threads of connection between us—fragile filaments, so easily snapped. Like the poem at shift into his side, we were craving to fit inside the other, and is melting and reshaping could be deeper, more resilient.” — Tammara Webber Copy Share Image
My last coherent thought, as Lucas took his time kissing and touching every part of me he could reach and my body arched into… — Tammara Webber Copy Share Image
Erin and I spent four hours shopping for dresses and shoes Tuesday night. She was going all out in her intention to make Chaz… — Tammara Webber Copy Share Image
“This girl wasn’t tapping her fingers restlessly, though. Her movements were methodical. Synchronized. Sitting far enough to the left of her to study her… — Tammara Webber Copy Share Image
I’ve been thinking about that proof I spoke of last time – that you’re where you’re supposed to be. And it occurred to me,… — Tammara Webber Copy Share Image
“What the hell is it about brooding guys that’s attractive to women, anyway? I’ve become one since Dori’s call three weeks ago, and it’s… — Tammara Webber Copy Share Image
When you tell me to be good, it makes me want to be good,' I say, hearing the undisguised desire in my voice. I… — Tammara Webber Copy Share Image
I thought about texting Lucas, but what would i say? That i'd tossed and turned all night, thinking of his hands on me? — Tammara Webber Copy Share Image
“One of the reasons AA works is that the individual makes the decision not to drink, one day at a time. One hour. One… — Tammara Webber Copy Share Image
No matter what grief or loss takes place, most of life flows on all around us, as though nothing's changed. At some point in… — Tammara Webber Copy Share Image
“Everything isn't fixable, and miracles are only happy twists of fate. Fate can so easily twist in the opposite direction.” — Tammara Webber Copy Share Image
there's not a boy on the planet worth this amount of angst. I know; i used to be one — Tammara Webber Copy Share Image
