“I will hold u again, I wrote on the glass. He smiled sadly, knowing that will never happen. He would never hold me- the real me, the physical me, the complete me- in his arms. He'd never hear me speak.” — Amy Talkington Copy Share Image
“What?" I asked, starting to feel self-conscious. "I think I've been waiting for you my whole life." "It must've been a pretty boring life."… — Amy Talkington Copy Share Image
“I will hold u again, I wrote on the glass. He smiled sadly, knowing that will never happen. He would never hold me- the… — Amy Talkington Copy Share Image
“I've always questioned the so-called perfection of surfaces. If you looked close enough, there was always a flaw.” — Amy Talkington Copy Share Image
“Would I die for freedom? For love? I liked to think I had that in me, but how can you die for love if… — Amy Talkington Copy Share Image
