“What do you want, Christian?” What did I want? To make her smile, to wipe away her tears, to hold her. To… — A.L. Jackson Christian Copy Share Image
“And it killed me because I could never forget him. Couldn't because he'd permanently etched himself to me, left a part of… — A.L. Jackson Copy Share Image
“It slammed into me so hard it nearly knocked me from my feet. At the same time, it felt completely natural. Inevitable.… — A.L. Jackson Copy Share Image
