The feelings that still linger, decade after decade, aren’t just the residue of a love lost. They are as real as the first day I told her I loved her.” ~Corbin Jones, Voice of Innocence

He’s the boy who smokes Marlboro cigarettes and I’m the girl who makes theater puppets. Dreams and ashes—two things in the universe that should never meet because they are opposites, right?

Fate was tricky like that. It consumed us when we thought we were free, and it freed us when we thought we were captured.