For you see, when us people who know run into each other that’s an event. It almost never happens. Sometimes we meet each other and neither guesses that the other is one who knows. That’s...

Sometimes it lasts in love, But sometimes it hurts instead

When I pictured myself, it was always like just an outline in a colouring book, with the inside not yet completed.

I wasn’t ready to think about the other yet: that it wasn’t that I wasn’t right for Macon, but that maybe he wasn’t right for me. There was a difference. Even for someone who things...