I write what I'd like to read and just hope that, along the way, others might like to read them, too.
It's a terrible thing, isn't it, the way we throw people away?
... time had a way of moulding people into shapes they themselves no longer recognised ...
A way of looking at you that told you she was listening, that she understood all you were saying, and all you weren't.
We're all unique, just never in the ways we imagine.