Please don’t forget me, don’t let me fade away… I was here, I lived, and I loved…

I freeze when I come face to face with a naked man’s chest. Why does this keep happening to me? Trying to keep my eyes averted from his very naked lower regions, I look up.

I believe it is the mark of a great leader to question the decisions that came before him.

How easily they spoke of love. And yet, when she’d needed the certainty of his feeling for her, he’d let her slip away, never able to bring himself to tell her about the ways in...

And afterwards, if you had asked any of the survivors how they had managed it, they would not have been able to tell you. It was as if those days in the forest, the escape...

…You are my compass star.” And he was hers.