“On that last day, somewhere ahead, inside an unseasonably warm winter night, he’ll say my name and leave a hole no one can fill – something to hold onto when my hands are full.” — Rebecca Tsaros Dickson Copy Share Image
“That’s what happens with your first love. It carves a hole in the muscle and fiber, so that you have no choice but to… — Rebecca Tsaros Dickson Copy Share Image
“On that last day, somewhere ahead, inside an unseasonably warm winter night, he’ll say my name and leave a hole no one can fill… — Rebecca Tsaros Dickson Copy Share Image
