No. I just never wanted to throw them away. Even if they were broken. I still loved them.

Even though I knew she wasn't going to jump, seeing her standing on the ledge made me realize that I want and need her in my life forever. She challenges me, pushes me, and pisses me off, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

So I let my shame own me, kill me, wilt me away into a thousand dead flakes, knowing if I kept it all in, she would never have to learn the dirtiness that was forever inside me--the bad, the ugly, the twisted. She could go on living her life happy, just like she deserved.

Alright, manly man,” he says. “Go prove that you’re a man.

People are running to and from class and I just want to yell, Slow down and wait for the world to catch up!

There are no accusations with writing, no judgment, no shame, only freedom.

Don't be sorry, Callie,' he says with a heavy-hearted sigh. 'You have your own sad story.