What do you do when you know you are breaking someone's heart, but to do anything else would break your own?
I wondered if I had offended him. I wondered if I cared.
Different isn't evil, it's just different.
Graves are for the living, not the dead. It gives us something to concentrate on instead of the fact that our loved one is rotting under the ground.
I think like a detective.
All I really wanted to do was cuddle back under the blankets, maybe with a certain stuffed toy penguin I knew. Yeah, hiding sounded good.