I never really know what I'm going to write next until it comes to me. So we'll just have to see what happens.

With love like that, you can't get pick about how it finds you or the details. All that matters is that it's there. Better late than never.

As if he was beating me to the punch, his words living forever, while I was left speechless, no rebuttal, no words left to say.

Life has a way of disregarding even your best intentions.

So maybe it wasn't the fairy tale. But those stories weren't real anyway. Mine were.

This is personal, she'd said. Real. This moment was too, even if you couldn't see it at first glance. It was fake on the outside, but so true within. You only had to look, really look to tell.

You could just tell when a person belonged somewhere. That is something you can't fake, no matter how hard you try