Nothing hurts if you don't let it.
... and yet he could also be very charming, in a bookish, infinitely apologetic way.
She was also incredibly confident, with a way of moving and talking that communicated that she didn't need anyone to tell her she was beautiful or worthwhile.
I'd never met anyone so vibrant or alive. He moved like light.
If I can write one sentence, simple and true every day, I'll be satisfied.
But when Bumby nursed, his fist clutching the fabric of my robe, his eyes soft and bottomless and locked on mine, as if I were the very heart of his universe, I couldn't help but melt into him.