How am I supposed to filter my feelings for him when I feel like I’m drowning in them? I don’t want him. But I can’t abide the thought of him not wanting me. When I look at him, I can’t decide which I...

Where beforehand, his voice sounded like every song I’ve ever loved, his freckles mapped constellations, his eyes shadowed with the longest lashes. Being around him felt like when your body is caught ...

We all have our barbed wire.

A special kind of perfect

And then you start to wonder - falling in love