. . you spend ages getting ready for a date then your face slowly slides down your body and onto your chest and you have to go shirtless
Michelle Hodkin, in The Evolution of Mara Dyer, writes, “I’ll walk forever with stories inside me that the people I love the most can never hear.”
Tell me, what kind of stories might she be referring to? Do you have such stories? And if so, why is it that you can't share them with your loved ones?