ROMANCE
… She froze, her grip on her bag loosening as his words hung in the air. His …
… what she needed wasn’t me. She needed time. She needed a therapist. A church. A three–month …
… “They say white is for beginnings,” he said. “Maybe for you, it is for eternity.” He …
… “Too old?” he repeated, towering over her. At six-four, he dwarfed her petite frame, making her …
… I looked at her the way you look at someone when you know you shouldn’t feel …
… “You’re amazing,” she signed, her hands trembling slightly. He hesitated. Then, to her surprise, he signed …
… Like I hadn’t cried for someone who was never really mine. I hated how much I …