“ Oh, honey,” she said, her tone echoing Wattie’s. “I’m not sick. I’m only dying. ”
God gave us crying so other folks could see when we needed help, and help us.
~ Joshilyn Jackson
...nothing helps a lie float like a hopeful listener.
I could feel the ghosts of all the girls I'd been behind me in the alleyway, creeping in my wake. I could almost hear my own footsteps as an echo. For a moment it was so real that I spooked myself. I stopped and turned to look. There was only silence and darkness. I walked on.
You picked a man who can read tax code and date a celibate for two years. That's some serious patience. I have zero doubt in my ability to wait you out. I have zero doubt that you're meant to be my girl.
