There's nothing more inspiring than the complexity and beauty of the human heart.
Clara," he says, my name sounding different somehow when it passes through his lips. "I'll miss you.
Time passes. That's the rule. No matter what happens, no matter how much it might feel like everything in your life has been frozen around one particular moment, time marches on.
Haven't you guessed by now? I say, my heart hammering. My home is you.
I mean, what good is a women's lib if we can't use it to ask guys to dances?
I feel like Cinderella sitting in the middle of the road with a pumpkin and a couple of mice, while Prince Charming charges off to rescue some other chick.