As a writer, my only responsibility is to tell a compelling story.
We didn't get that chance because I was afraid. Afraid I had no chance with you.
The longer you wait, and this is true, the slower the hands will move.
I needed a break... from myself.
Whenever I'm out late she makes a sandwich for my school lunch. I always protest and tell her not to, saying I'll make my own when I get home. But she likes it. She says it reminds her of when I was younger and needed her.
It was love because it was worth it.