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It was the thing he'd always loved about her.
She had always been willing to play the game with him. It was, in part, why he’d decided that he wanted to marry her. None of his other girlfriends had ever stuck to it. There were a few who had tried it once or twice, but they would always end up bored or decide it was silly or call him immature.
Catherine, though, never did. From the moment they’d met, when she’d smiled at him widely from across the...read more
It was the thing he'd always loved about her. Her left eye. That gorgeous blue left eye that was so different from the chocolate brown one on the right. He’d loved them both, really. But now, it was all gone, and he didn’t know how he felt.
You can never see the end at the beginning. He certainly couldn’t. He knew when it had started, and now he knew the...read more
It was the thing he'd always loved about her. Her head was bent over the newspaper, pencil in hand. She was focused on the Sudoku puzzle. She had a scrap of paper to the right, beside her coffee mug, scribbled numbers and calculations haphazardly spilling to its edges.
She’d cut her hair short the previous summer and was in the process of growing it back. It was at that awkward length where it was too short for her to pull it back...read more
It was the thing he'd always loved about her. Her understanding of him. That perfect knowledge of how he felt inside. She was his key. His emotional detector. She could always tell when something was wrong with him.
He still remembered how he had first met her, trying to go...read more
It was the thing he'd always loved about her.
Even when she made it impossible to love anything else, her smile made him love her still. Even when she was being a complete fool, she could crack a smile and he would forget all about her conniving, deceiving ways.
We had...read more
It was the thing he'd always loved about her. She was attractive, yes: a tall blond girl with long legs that seemed to go on forever, a tan and petite build, and hawkish brown eyes that probably would never let anyone inside. However, that was not what had attracted him. It was her...read more
It was the thing he'd always loved about her. Her vivacious eyes snapped and crackled with life and energy. They were large, celery colored and fringed with long, thick black lashes that rendered make up useless and unnecessary.
She had walked into the shop searching for Pop Rock coated...read more
It was the thing he'd always loved about her.
She was feisty. Not a girly girl and for a long time she barely noticed his existence. In his heart, he knew she was destined to be part of his future. It...read more
It was the thing he'd always loved about her. And the worst part about it was that he had never before associated that emotion with Julan.
There were certainly others. Intrigue, fascination, but mostly annoyance and anger. Her attitude, her smoking, her...read more
It was the thing he'd always loved about her. The way her eyes crinkled a little at the corner when she smiled. The way he could never really tell if she was about to kiss him or laugh at him. He called it "The Mischievous Factor."
The first time he'd seen that look was the day they had...read more
It was the thing he'd always loved about her.
It was as if she was the only other person on the planet when she sat there, criss-cross on the ground in front of the bookshelf at her favorite place: the bookstore ten minutes from her house, where she spent countless hours strolling...read more
“It was the thing he'd always loved about her.” That's what Jack said to me as we walked through the cemetery. It was an unusually warm October day and people were out enjoying it, as much as anyone can enjoy a cemetery sweeping leaves away from family...read more
"It was the thing he'd always loved about her." Each of the mourners shook their head in agreement and continued to walk by the open casket. The next in line stopped.
“She was an old crone who didn’t care for anyone but herself,” he said and gently brushed...read more
It was the thing he'd always loved about her. The way she shaved his face. Horace Ford was sixty-eight years old and was paralyzed from the neck down. While driving to Memphis, Horace, along with his wife and two kids, collided into an eighteen-wheeler in 1970. His wife and two kids died on...read more
It was the thing he'd always loved about her. The way she looked when her eyes were closed. The creamy pale skin of her face, relaxed and gentle, a facade of innocence. A peaceful aura floated around her head, almost like a halo encircling an angel. Yes, he loved her best when she was asleep....read more
It was the thing he'd always loved about her. That she left him at the Alter – he came so close to truly being the luckiest man on earth. But she fluttered away nimbly as a hummingbird. So he resigned to the rumors and the gnawing truth in his heart: that a woman as wildly beautiful as...read more
It was the thing he'd always loved about her. She didn’t offer him a word of her broken English as he slipped a handful of coins over the scuffed counter. Not bothering with thanks, he slipped his hand around the glass mug of frothing beer that she offered him. Foam rose up at the lip...read more
It was the thing he'd always loved about her. Her sandy blond hair and big blue eyes is always on my mind.Now that we'll be separated the thought rips me apart.We met in 3rd grade. Ahh Elizabeth was just a sweet innocent child then. Those were good days. Sometimes nowadays I can't...read more
It was the thing he'd always loved about her.
It was different, but that didn't bother him. Its dark shade of brown shone against the rays of sun. It made her stand out among others. It was her skin. The girl was black, and some people didn't like...read more
It was the thing he'd always loved about her. Though the average man would likely find it a turn-off, Kate's hair had captivated Jesse from the beginning. It seemed as if it didn't even belong to her but was instead a self-sustaining force or perhaps in a symbiotic relationship with her, the...read more
It was the thing he'd always loved about her. The way she always walked past him as though he didn't exist. Her jeans quietly swishing in time to the sway of her thighs, the way the light flooded her hair, making it shine and bounce. She was a vision. Perfection from the deep chocolate locks to...read more
It was the thing he'd always loved about her. She could concentrate like a glass of off-brand orange juice.
Admiration would sparkle in his eyes as he spoke of her never-ending string of projects. Once some idea burrowed into her brain, it inevitably took root, and took over her life....read more
It was the thing he'd always loved about her.She could never say no to a race. Hardly anyone knew about Callie Thorton and her drag racing, but maybe it was better that way.
She lived in Derita, North Carolina; in a small town like...read more
It was the thing he'd always loved about her. From the first moment they had met, her trusting amber eyes had held him captivated. Those amber pools held much within their depths but above all else she believed in...read more
It was the thing he’d always loved about her.
Although it was strictly forbidden, Joseph cherished it, and always would. He was only 12 years of age, but when he saw her, the butterflies within him would flutter and quiver and tremble all the same. Joseph knew that his relationship...read more
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