I’m looking into his hazel eyes. I feel like they see right through me. All of my thoughts and emotions might as well be out on display. There’s something else there though. Confusion. A question. Does he really not understand the way I feel?

“I can hardly stand being around you. I’m so aware of every move that you make. Every time you walk in a room, I can recognize your presence before I’ve even...

The fields are alive with the colors and smells of spring. White and yellow flowers dapple the green fields. Their aroma wafts in the breeze as it rustles the unruly strands of hair that have escaped my braid. Birds sing their songs as they glide from tree to tree. It really is beautiful. 

It’s hard to believe that not so far from here, the country lay barren and burned. A war-torn wasteland is al...