As the title explains, I will post my prose or poetry on a weekly basis (or whenever I feel so inclined). And to jazz things up, I’ll post some of my favorite literary quotes or favorite poems. (I just threw coffee in the title…so *annoyed face* I've gotta clean that up…with my tongue. I love coffee…)
“I don’t want you to love me because I’m good for you, because I say and do all the right things. Because I am everything you have been looking for.
I want to be the one you didn’t see coming. The one who gets under your skin. Who makes you unsteady. Who makes you question everything you have ever believed about love. I want to be the one who makes you feel reckless and out of control; the one you are infuriatingly and inexplicably drawn to.
I don’t want to be the one who tucks you into bed; I want to be the reason why you can’t sleep at night.”
Eight years ago, they should have found a body at the bottom of the Newark Bay. Female of Asian descent, between 15 to 17 years old, about 5-foot-one, with long, dark brown hair. She was driving a black 2000 Toyota Sienna without a license.
But, she was never found because she was meant for so much more.