Remembering is part of thinking, but not all of it.
It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.
How can we appreciate anything fully when overwhelmed with too much?
I'm falling in love. I am in love. And it's not with Xander, though I do love him. I'm sure of that, as sure as I am of the fact what I feel for Ky is something different.
Being a teen is past for me. Worrying about the world and my place in it is not.
Why are some things easier to write than say?