Clara," he says, my name sounding different somehow when it passes through his lips. "I'll miss you.
Writers have superpowers.
There's nothing more inspiring than the complexity and beauty of the human heart.
I mean, what good is a women's lib if we can't use it to ask guys to dances?
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.
We think of happiness as something we can take. But usually it comes from being content with what we have, and accepting ourselves.