She’s not like other girls because she’s different. I want her kind of different.

The first real memory I have, is one of the first times I was old enough to remember being at your house. We must have been about three, maybe four. I came and sat down...

The sad reality is, it’s not just the people I go to school with that are doing it. It’s their parents too. Their noses are all turned up at me, like because of my diagnosis;...

If Isabelle Reagan can take a guy like me and turn him into someone worthy of respect then it’s mind blowing to think what she can do for the rest of the world. What we...

She leans over the desk to write and even though I feel bad for doing it, I watch her body as she does. Her shirt lifts just a little as she’s bending over and whether...