Helen could love. Yes, she had a type but she found something intriguing in everyone she met, no matter what they did, how they acted, or what they looked like. She took all of these people that entered her life and she let each one touch her heart in some way. It made her beautiful because she was able to see the beauty in others. She took chances, she loved hard, and sometimes she fought hard and cried hard in the end. I had never been willing to let anyone see the real me until Adam, in that one night, under false pretenses. The one night I was just me. Maybe because I knew how that would
...more
