Each time a breeze starts, I feel the air all the way through me.
You might be looking for reasons but there are no reasons.
Dignity is overrated. You know what trumps dignity? Kissing.
I’ll make a swing so I can reach the places I can’t reach yet.
I know,” I say. “It sucks. Let’s go get tacos and sit on the beach.
There are so many things that I want so badly to tell you but I just can’t.