Only a weak person needed someone else around all the time.

I think whenever a writer is really enjoying themselves and liking what they are doing, that shows on the page.

But there was something I liked about the idea of those seeds buried so deep having at least a chance to emerge

Too many locks, not enough keys.

It's a choice, Annabel. And if you make the wrong one, you have only yourself to blame when there are consequences.

Who would have thought that grieving an old relationship and enjoying a new one could happen simultaneously, in parallel? Yet another thing you only find out once it's happening to you.

This was our common ground, the secret we shared but never spoke aloud.