Six Summers to Fall

by C.W. Farnsworth

Time only heals if you acknowledge its passing. Grief has no finite measure.

Love enhances other emotions—for better or for worse.

“It’s a tragedy, Harper. And tragedies never make any sense. They’re just weights we have to live with.”

I follow him like a magnet seeking its opposite pole. It’s a compulsion, not a conscious decision.

convenience isn’t a requirement when it comes to love.”