I find it more than a little difficult
to let things go.
My apartment is strewn with bits of paper:
old cookie fortunes, bus passes, 103 more words
Summer was over and she’s on the next flight back home. Her bright red dress, almost coming alive against the drab hues of the airport terminal, made her seem like a goddess in his eyes, but all he could do was watch as the line grew shorter and shorter. 425 more words