I feel like my soul is split in half! “Split in half.” That’s a joke; more like splintered into a thousand pieces. ‘Hurry up!’ she says. Yeah, right. That’s just what I need. If I lift a foot to hurry my pace, I feel like I’ll become uprooted by the wind and blow across...
Childhood experiences with something as simple as opinion can change the way we think of ourselves.
She was starting to think maybe he enjoyed creating a mystery as much as she enjoyed being in it.
Playing with the scenes in my head! Memories of being taken. But why?
Can there be other ways to love a person? Do all romantic relationships have to follow the same course?
She’s my girlfriend!
Shouldn’t I be spending my time more wisely, living in the moment, seizing the day?
Just sitting here...working...