My Torin

by K. Webster

“Wanting to be free. Wanting to be me. Trying to make people see. And accept the real me.” ~Scott Lentine~

One thing I learned while writing this book is that every single person is unique. No two people are the same. And that is the beauty about people. Different is amazing. Embrace those who aren’t like you, for everyone has something to offer.

Two souls who need the other in some way.

I’ll give you all the pennies, Casey. I’ll give you them all.

I’d say her laugh is soft like a feather fluttering along a porch floor. You want to pick it up and touch it, but you don’t want to ruin its journey. It’s perfect as it moves along, undisturbed. The sound is one that can’t be described. It just is. A sound that finds its way down into the very marrow of your bones. Roots inside and lives there. Quivers and quakes—a constant reminder that it’s there.

Pretty is one word and she is many. Beautiful. Alluring. Appealing. Charming. Cute. Dazzling. Delicate. Delightful. Elegant. Exquisite. Fascinating. Fine. Gorgeous. Graceful. Lovely. Magnificent. Marvelous. Pleasing. Splendid. Stunning. Wonderful. Superb. Angelic. Bewitching. Classy. Divine. Excellent. Enticing. Foxy. Fair. Pulchritudinous. Radiant. Ravishing. Resplendent. Shapely. Beautiful.

Hope is a sketchy bitch.

I couldn’t choose one type to represent you. You’re everything at once. Every pretty thing in one breathtaking package.

Me: I don’t know how to love. Tyler: Love isn’t something you can control. It controls you. Fills you up and infects every part of you until all you can do is just live and breathe it every second of every day. Me: Sounds like a disease. Tyler: Love is a cure.

“Loving someone isn’t a bad thing,” I murmur, my nose nuzzling against her hair, trying to memorize her scent. “Love isn’t something you’re supposed to shield yourself from. You’re supposed to find it and snatch it up, sweetheart.”

Time is a precious commodity that becomes more valuable by the second.