I love you more than the world loves the sun, more than plants need water, more than children who love Christmas, more than any romance book that’s ever been written, more than anything in this world that needs another to function. I love you so much that it physically hurts me to be apart from you.
Whenever I go somewhere, I take a book with me. […] Reading is therapeutic. It’s like escaping to a world without actually escaping. I sometimes wonder how words on pages can bring me so much joy.
Grief has a funny way of working. One day, you’re happy. The next, you’re tired. And the next thing you know, you’re furious with the world.
I’m a mess… but at least, I’m a hot mess.