Covers matter. In my experience, a different cover can make you think you're reading an entirely different book.

That Woman is in love with her own grief.

What were you like," I asked her. "we're you happy? Or were you smiling because they told you to?

There is no difference in quality between a life lived forward and a life lived backwards, she thinks. She had come to love this backward life. It was, after all, the only life she had.

My brain said no. But my heart!

In you, I found infinity. In you, I was reborn

I'm allergic to sad memories. It's the worst.