I feel like a cat -- halfway through my nine lives.

I love you. You have no idea what you are worth to me.

I missed you every minute this week and I don't want to spend another day without you. If my mom disowns me for being with a vampire, then that's her decision, but I've made mine, and I won't apologize or back down from it.

There's nothing to catch up on. You came, you saw, you scored, you left. End of story.

We're, ah, taking a break to evaluate things, and, um, reexamine our relationship, so I stuffed him in a closet!" I burst out in shame. Timmie's eyes goggled.
Is he still there?

The main difference between a cat and a lie is that a cat only has nine lives.