A heart too strong to hate.
It’s such a bummer when you can tell people don’t like you as much anymore. Maybe it was something you did, maybe it wasn’t. The worst part is that you can never know.
What if clouds and lakes switched spots and every time you looked up you’d see waves being pulled by the moon and we’d wade through the clouds on a hot day. What if birds grew grass and the ground grew feathers. What if flowers were as tall as trees and trees as small as flowers.
I’ll have whatever he’s having.