She is carrying herself through the day, and it’s not an easy task.

I was sixteen and equipped with the appropriate genitalia, so I cleared that hurdle nicely.

Indelible, adj. That first night, you took your finger and pointed to the top of my head, then traced a line between my eyes, down my nose, over my lips, my chin, my neck, to the center of my chest. It was so surprising. I knew I would never mimic it. That one gesture would be yours forever.

That strange, twisted, torn love. That conflict between what your heart knows is right and what your mind is told is right.

My face seems too square and my eyes too big, like I'm perpetually surprised, but there's nothing wrong with me that I can fix.

Things are not magical because they've been conjured for us by some outside force. They are magical because we create them.

My pride shut me up, my hurt shut me down, and together they ganged up on my hope and let her get away.