There in those city lights, there was no her and there was no him. There was just everything and nothing and the spaces in between, like flickering lights against a never-ending, black sky. There in those city lights, there was no love and there was no hate. There was just listening and talking and understanding every...
❝We can't keep the ships bottled in forever. There comes a time when we realize that we have to let them go, or risk breaking the bottle and everything else in it.❞ A collection of stories that do not connect to each other whatsoever. These are the broken fragments of what used to be happy memories[but are now just sa...
There are three stages in love: Over the clouds with happiness, above the surface (barely scratching), and under the water (twenty feet deep). You go up, then spiral down. How do you save yourself from drowning? Charlotte doesn't even want to take that first step. She's been through enough, thank you very much. Oliv...