I never understood why you liked me.
You’re the kind of person who enters
a room in a bid to light it up, while I like to… 195 more words
I wrote my first books at the kitchen table around the age of six. Constructed with paper, crayons, and random staples, I even managed to design advertisements for future “books” in my series on the back of each creation. 580 more words
Just loving her isn’t enough.
Write her a poem.
Bring her a cup of coffee.
Make her your morning meditation.
It doesn’t have to be complicated, but it does have to be something.