“I haven’t written a single love story yet. At least, not one like I want to.” “Why?” I focused on the horses in the distance as I whispered, “Because I don’t know what it feels like.” I turned to Jesse, to see him frowning in confusion. “What what feels like?” “Love,” I said on a defeated sigh. “I want to write about love, but I don’t know what it feels like to be in love. Or to be loved.”
