A perfect person is easy to love. But when somebody likes all your imperfections, well, that's when you know they really mean it.

I wished on the moon, for something I never knew.

I stifled a yawn. "It's too early to be such an asshat, Daniel.

The children now love luxury. They have bad manners, contempt for authority; they show disrespect for elders and love chatter in place of exercise.

See?" I crowed. "I know what I'm doing. Two weeks, tops, and you'll be begging to dip your fries in my shake."

"You think?"

It took me about a second before I realized I'd done it again. My mouth seriously needed a chaperone.

I might have been in love with the idea of her. I might have loved the attention. But I didn’t love her, and it seemed incredibly unfair for me to let someone love me when I didn’t feel the same way in return