You don't need to watch out for me, Clay." But I did, Hannah. And I wanted to. I could have helped you. But when I tried, you pushed me away. I can almost hear Hannah's voice speaking my nest thought for me. "Then why didn't you try harder?

The Golden Rule will always be good advice!

Don't give up on me now. I'm sorry. I guess that's an odd thing to say. Because isn't that what I'm doing? Giving up?

God, I am freaking out. Maybe he doesn’t know. Maybe I just look guilty of something and he’s picking up on that.

and i walked for hours the mist growing thick and whole the thought of disappaering like that, so simply, made me so happy

I've always loved brainstorming with other writers, and I consider having my work critiqued a part of that brainstorming.

What you don't understand, you can make mean anything.