Scent is often underestimated, when it can be the most evocative.

I saw in details while she saw in scope. Not seeing the scope is why I am here and she is not. I took each element spearately and never looked to see that they never did fit together properly

...the thrill of being surrounded by something wondrous and fantastical, only magnified and focused directly at her. The feel of his skin against hers reverberates across her entire body, though his fingers remain entwined in hers.

And now, I'm a best selling author, a different sort of fairy tale that I still sometimes wonder when I'll wake up from.

You told me love was fickle and fleeting.

And there are really never endings, happy or otherwise.

Where do you get your ideas? people ask. Sometimes they’re at the bottoms of cups of tea. Sometimes they’re lurking in my shower. Sometimes they’re waiting patiently in glass cases in museums.