I look at him, "She's...I don't know if this even makes sense, but, she's...in me. Like, I'm her host or something. She doesn't talk often, but, she's there. She's wanted to see Alex one more time before she leaves for good. Like, out of me."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I don't say anything right away, looking down at my scribbles from last week. Reading through them, I swallow and glance back at her, "Don't tell him that. Just let things happen. Don't explain it to him."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
There is only one success: to be able to spend your life in your own way, and not to give others absurd maddening claims upon it. — Christopher Darlington Morley