Who I am, and what I am capable of doing has always managed to surprise me.

I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.

People in the real world would kill for a happily ever after, and you're willing to just throw it away ?" I look away from her. "It's hardly a happily ever after when you wind up right at the beginning.

After all, how many of us had tried to forget something traumatic...only to find it printed on the back of our eyelids, tattooed on our tongues?

Writer's block is for people who have the luxury of time.

What I really want to tell him is to pick up that baby of his and hold her tight, to set the moon on the edge of her crib and to hang her name up in the stars.

It was the first time she'd discovered something she really didn't want to find, and she didn't know what to do once she'd found it.