The Neighbor War

She’s a rainbow—a blaze of strong, individual colors that shine together as an unexpected, but beautiful whole.

I stick to romance books, live vicariously through the heroines on my Kindle.

Why in the name of all three Jonas Brothers is there a Ferrari out front?

There’s just one bed. Of course there’s just one bed. I’m a romance reader, I know this. I should have known this.

And, in the distance, at the back of the security hall, I finally spot Aiden. His phone is propped between ear and shoulder, and I watch as he tosses two large Starbucks cups in the trash and makes his way to the back of the line. The glimmer of guilt in my chest

What in the name of Oprah Winfrey’s pajamas is going on here?

stick to romance books, live vicariously through the heroines on my Kindle.

What in Kanye West’s bejeweled sunglasses were you thinking?!

For example, here's a list of things I find more pleasant than Aiden Shaw: Mosquito bites. Sunburn. Paper cuts. Rush hour traffic. Telemarketers. Lukewarm coffee. Period cramps. Picking up dog poop. Mouth breathers. Acid reflux. Boob sweat. People who drown kittens.

But, perfect is a lie. We´re all human--riddled with flaws and imperfections.

The thing is, though, every human is made up of both heart and mind. And, when these are at war, there can be no peace. No true growth.