But why didn’t you just ask me?” I set down my fork and glare at her. “Because you were sleeping,” She says, taking a sip if Chardonnay.”I was taking a nap, Mom. It wasn’t intended...

I guess by now I should know enough about loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone-you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence.

Deep down inside, my heart knew the score.And I know that Haven was wrong.It’s not always a case of one loving more than the other.When two people are truly meant to be, they love equally.Differently...

Soundlessly whispering into the void, my lips moving quickly, silently, without ceasing. Calling his name, calling him to me.Even though there’s no use.Even though it’s futile.Even though it’s way past too late.

He stops in his tracks, face expressing major disappointment. “Wait – seriously? That’s it? We don’t get to do a stealthy tiptoe as we slip around back? No sneaking through a cracked window, or arguing...

And I start to say, no.Start to ask him to please just take it off and put it away.Start to explain how it holds far too many memories for me.But then I remember what Damen...