Living in Storybrooke, I’ve got my son and my parents, and I love them, but they can’t always understand me. They don’t know what it feels like to be rejected and misunderstood. Not the way I do, not the way you do. And somehow that makes us, I don’t know, unique, or maybe even special. I wasn’t looking for you to assuage my guilt. I was looking for you to be my friend.
















