“I know,” she whispered, “but I can’t keep doing this, Ammon."
He put his hand softly on her shoulder, “Love him back, do it for him, do it for yourself.”
Her eyes closed tightly as he squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. She fingered the golden sun locket in her hands. If she was going to die, she might as well be heartbroken too. She sighed and then burst into tears.
I grabbed some frozen strawberries so I could ice your bruising knees But frozen things they all unfreeze and now I taste like All those frozen strawberries I used to chill your bruising knees, Hot July ain't good to me I'm pink and black and blue (for you)
I got bruises on my knees for you And grass stains on my knees for you Got holes in my new jeans for you Got pink and black and blue