XIV. My final straw was days before winter break  when my hands clenched my heart  through my chest, and I wondered if  maybe       I...

From being strangers to friends  to crushes to strangers  to lovers and to friends again…. Our paths drift into different tree roots, ...

I never thought we’d be best friends  forever. Maybe I did at the beginning but, we were two mismatched puzzle  pieces together; your...