“ The stupid boy has the nerve to laugh. I sit up and punch him in the gut. Stupid boy ain't laughing now. Now he's too busy grunting in pain. ” — April Brookshire Copy Share Image
“of myself right off the bat? If that doesn’t send her running back to me, I don’t know what will.” — April Brookshire Copy Share Image
“ The stupid boy has the nerve to laugh. I sit up and punch him in the gut. Stupid boy ain't laughing now. Now… — April Brookshire Copy Share Image
“How do you say goodbye to the person who was the single greatest influence on who you are?” — April Brookshire Copy Share Image
“I want you back, Annabelle.” This time my laughter is full of nothing but genuine humor. It’s that ‘oh my god, I can’t believe… — April Brookshire Copy Share Image
“since I’m still healing from my gunshot wound. That I wear like a badge of honor. My baby gave me this injury. ‘Cause she… — April Brookshire Copy Share Image
“My existence is colorless when I’m not imagining you. You haunt me, Annabelle. ” — April Brookshire Copy Share Image
“Go ahead and eat while I take a shower. I left a pen and paper on the table. Your homework for today is to… — April Brookshire Copy Share Image
“In my car, I asked her, "So, where does Josh live?" She twisted in her seat, her eyes wide. "What are you going to… — April Brookshire Copy Share Image
“All right, I’ll go with this one called ‘Handsome Devil’. That’s me after all.” — April Brookshire Copy Share Image
“Reason calls me a liar. I tell Reason where he can shove it. Reason must be a guy, because only a male can be… — April Brookshire Copy Share Image
“That’s it. That is fucking it. I stand up, grab Anna by the waist and, while dragging her to the bedroom, say over my… — April Brookshire Copy Share Image
“Jeez, that's the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me," I replied sarcastically. "No wonder you don't have a girlfriend." "You shouldn't… — April Brookshire Copy Share Image
“Why do you love me?” I sigh at the question I’ve asked myself frequently over the years. With a quick peck to his lips,… — April Brookshire Copy Share Image
