Cruel. Horrendous. Terrifying. Those were the three words that described him, yet the question still lingered. Why did I still love him? He was mysterious. He made me want to break his wall; his shield, get in to the real him. I had to. He was my silver lining.
"Let's call this your Memory Jar. Every time you remember something, no matter how insignificant, I want you to write it down and put it in this jar. You don't have to share your memories with anyone unless you want to, not even me, but I want you to bring this every week that we meet. Hopefully, in no time it'll be o...
From eight year olds to eighty-eight year olds. Letters from Liam.