Okay," he said. He took a breath. "What would you do, if you could do anything?" I took a step toward him, closing the space between us. "This." I said. And then I kissed him.

But anyone can begin. It was the part with all the promise, the potential, the things I loved. More and more, though, I was finding myself wanting to find out what happened in the end.

You can't always get the perfect moment. Sometimes, you just have to do the best you can under the circumstances.

Some things don't last forever, but some things do.

and I wondered if, in the end, this is how all disputes are settled, with a shared silence as things become equal. You take something from me, I take something from you. We all want balance, one way or another.

Says the girl with no thyme.

I think I'm too lazy a writer to do something like historical fiction. You have to do so much research. I just write what I know.