Her joy with him was like nothing she had ever experienced. His love for her felt like a miracle.
We sat in silence, both of us looking up at the stars. He was probably envisioning a machine headed for Pluto. I wished i was on that machine.
I'm sorry that you're still hurting.
dreams are shadows cast by truth shining on our darkest secrets
Ten, I thought, he's definitely a ten
Words are precious things meant to create, to imagine, to dream with.