“So tell me! What do you read? What do you write?”
Romance? The word felt a little off on my tongue. Romance, really? Is that what I’ve been writing? The stories between you and I, the alternatives of what we could have been… I think the proper word is longing. But romance came out anyway.
“Im guessing you have loved a lot!”
“Maybe it’s not about how many people I have loved… but how I’ve loved one person enough.”
Because in all of my stories, all of them, there is a little bit of you. Maybe you are that one story I can never close a book on. Maybe you are that one story I will never be able to truly tell.