I travel. Shit happens.

Sometimes, all it takes is one arm wrap-round. And a heart’s home.

I have loved many men, but only one in real life. All of the other men who have ever stolen my heart in more than friendship, are in books.

Sometimes, falling back on or using an old method or habit, is like sliding into a pair of worn running shoes and a corset. Doesn’t make sense to others, but it’s not for them. It’s...

Falling asleep with hopes and wishes that I rarely get to hold in my hand for long…go me. All I’ve got are memories and secrets.