God, Please Now My Future

I Write About The Trials And Triumphs Of Contemporary Life - And Often The Readers See Themselves Between The Lines Of The Story.

They'd Had Fun, For Sure. They Laughed And Enjoyed Being Together. But If She Was Painfully Honest With Herself, Something Was Missing. Something In The Way Tim Looked At Her. She Remembered Her Mom's Word. "i Saw The Way He Looked At You...he Adores You." Maybe That Was It. Tim Looked At Her On A Surface Level. He Smiled And Seemed Happy To See Her. But When Cody Looked At Her, There Were No Layers Left, Nothing Her Didn't Reveal, Nothing He Couldn't See. He Didn't Really Look At Her So Much As He Looked Into Her. To The Deepest, Most Real Places In Her Heart And Soul.

Goodbyes Are On Of The Hardest Things About Life. One Way Or Another People Were Always Leaving... Always Moving On.

Three Years? That's A Thousand Tomorrows, Ma'am.

I Always Knew I Wanted To Be A Writer.