Writers have superpowers.

Writers have superpowers.

Clara," he says, my name sounding different somehow when it passes through his lips. "I'll miss you.

So often we only do what we think is expected of us, when we are capable of so much more.

Have you ever been to a place you're supposed to love, but all you can think about is home?

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.

So I'm in love. That crazy, forget to eat, float around in a daze, talk on the phone all night and bounce out of bed every morning hoping to see him kind of love.