Distance makes the heart grow fonder.
I want to tell her how much she's become the center of my being. But I can't. The words won't come.
Don't they give you happy pills in this place?
Como un angel," I whisper. "Is our game over?" she asks nervously. "It's definitely over, querida. 'Cause what we're gonna do next is no game.
Truth is, it's a relief to finally put my life in the hands of someone I trust.
It reminds me of myself - seemingly perfect on the outside but inside is all a mush.