There is comfort in not knowing a person. Without a voice to back them up, they are anything and everything you want them to be. And when that person is approached and have failed to meet your expectations, you feel almost as if you have a lost a very special part of yourself. This I know. But again, Lily M. Rosemary was my purpose, and although I am unsure of a lot of things, I know for sure that I am not going to let her slip out of my grasp.

❝You and me,❞ he whispered, ❝until the end of time.❞ // A chronicle of Junie Bennett's birthdays from the ages of ten to twenty one.