“I can forget about her for hours or even whole days, and then the truth rushes back like a brush fire, burning me from the inside out. The person you loved? They're gone.” — Ashley Woodfolk Copy Share Image
“I swallow hard and yank out my earbuds. I push the tears back down. I'm sick of crying every time I see or hear or feel something that reminds me of her. But before I can move on, I have to shake off the weight of my past. Of our past. I need to rewrite our prologue before it destroys… — Ashley Woodfolk Copy Share
“I can forget about her for hours or even whole days, and then the truth rushes back like a brush fire, burning me from… — Ashley Woodfolk Copy Share Image
