Write My Name Across the Sky

by Barbara O'Neal

Men are a lot of trouble, honestly, and unlike many of my friends, I find no need to have one in my house, though I miss having one in my bed now and then.

the music running through each of them like a powerful river, whereas I have never had a single note pop up in my head ever. Can’t even imagine it. Music is born into you.

Unlike the rest of them, I didn’t get any big gifts. I’m pretty good at a lot of things—the photos and my plants. I can sing passably well and dance well enough to get compliments, but mostly I am friendly. My gift has always been an ability to be happy. It sounds small until you live in the world for a while.

the last one belonging to the boyfriend who kicked me out a couple of months ago after a spectacular fight. I didn’t like him that much anyway but convinced myself his flaws were bearable, given that he was a music exec who could get my album made.

Why do authors repeat non important details so much We have heard this same thing aout the ex at least 5 times already