The Road To The City, And My Heart

How is it that a writer can write whatever she needs to, and has absolutely no filter on what she need to say, that is until she walks into a certain Mattie Maneul's life.
Now Christina Evans just can't figure out how to explain what she feels for this new found friend.
How on earth can she continue to call herself a linguist and a literature teachers favorite, when she can't even think of a simple word.
Why can't she?
Why doesn't she just say love?
Well, Love is just so overused, and hey, when you have had so many false love alarms, how do you know this one is real?