The Fireman Who Loved Me

When I love, I love hard. You’re stuck with me for good. In your news report, you didn’t say what happened at the end of the bumpy ride. You didn’t say what it takes to break the curse. But I know. True Love. the kind that doesn’t go away because of a few disasters along the way. I love you, Melissa.

Nelly as a handful of hell-on-earth

What a grand joke the world was. You spend years fretting and plotting, only to find, in the end, that everything was going to be just fine, with or without you.

her skin nearly transparent, as if her body was halfway to heaven already, with only her fierce, eaglelike gaze left behind.

Emily Dickinson’s words filled the chapel. “ ‘Hope is the thing with feathers