She glared at him, feeling the old frustration. Sometimes in his presence she felt the deepest connection to him, and other times she felt completely alone-as though any bond to him was her own bitter imagination.
I was supposed to write a romantic comedy, but my characters broke up.
I love you, I'll never stop.
Life isn't just fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all. -William Goldman
She wanted him to notice her so much.
She got tired of herself. She got tired of not being able to say what she wanted or do what she wanted or even want what she wanted.