I require distance from the past in order to grasp the future.
He could shred me so easily. A few words, a desperate look, and I was cut wide open.
Gideon was an untamed animal behind closed doors, a lover who bared me to the soul every time he made love to me.
My heroines, more often than not, are the ones who are troubled and resistant.
If souls could be mated with wishes, ours would be inextricably entwined.
People get over love. They can live without it, they can move on. Love can be lost and found again. But that won't happen for me. I won't survive you, Eva.