Because there is no such thing as an "almost" mother. Seven bouquets from your seven angels. Happy Mother's Day, Princess.
My heart skipped as I read how the card was signed.
-Emerson, Jamie, Karla, Michael, Jaxon, Phillip, Steven and Oscar.
As I walked into the shop, I could smell them all—the adventures hidden behind the covers. The heartbreaking stories. The heart healing ones. The stories of love lost and found. The stories of self-discovery. The stories that made you feel less alone in a lonely world.
There was no better feeling than falling in love with people you'd never truly meet, yet still, they felt like family.
"Are you all right?"
I snickered. "Truth or lie?"
"Truth," he replied. "Always truth."
I took a deep breath, and tears fell as I exhaled. I couldn't even reply.
"I'm sorry you're hurting," he told me.
"It's fine."
"It's not."
He was right, it wasn't all right, and I wasn't certain that it would ever be all right.