Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. And then, one not-so-very special day, I went to my typewriter, I sat down, and I wrote our story. A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people. But above all things, a story about love. A love that will live forever. The end.
“You should’ve seen the way he was looking at you while you were out.“ I smiled a little. "How?” “Like you’re the ocean and he’s desperate to drown” - Michelle Hodkin, The Retribution of Mara Dyer | insp.