If hers are the stars in the nighttime sky, mine are the haunted empty spaces in between.
write what readers want to read, which isn’t necessarily what you want to write.
People plan, God laughs.
And while he was doing those things, he thought about Allie and the love that was missing from both their lives.
As Logan walked towards her, he smiled as if reading her mind and opened his arms.
For desert, maybe we can split a couple of crumbs.