Love on the Brain

“You’re not going to slow down your pace to match mine, are you?”

“Of course I am.”

But a handful of years later, here we are, chatting about half a dozen different things a couple of times a week, without having even exchanged real names

Seriously: why are men?

Seriously: why are men?

Seriously: why are men?

Levi Ward, His Wardness, Dr. Wardass, despised me.

Isn’t The Wardass the guy who said that you were fugly?

The real villain is love: an unstable isotope, constantly undergoing spontaneous nuclear decay.

“I saw you smile at least four times.” I pat his arm comfortingly. “That can’t have been easy.”

“I saw you smile at least four times.” I pat his arm comfortingly. “That can’t have been easy.”