Melanie

"Well," she began. "Writing books is like life. In life, we all want someone to love. Someone to care for. Unfortunately not everyone gets a chance at that. It's harder for those people. Just like it's harder for book writers when they're writing in a different genre, besides romance. You don't know what to put. Just like some of those people don't know what to do in life. But you're going to have to learn. Just like in life."

i like to think of it as a relationship

a relationship is not solely defined by the big moments

such as the first date

the proposal

or even the marriage

because those alone do not make a relationship

a relationship is about getting to know someone

waking up every morning to have breakfast with them

stealing their clothes to wear to bed only because you long for their scent while they are gone

it's meeting up with their mother every so often, and bonding over baby photos and stories of them back in their home country

a relationship is nothing without the little things

was not when she was all dressed up

glamorous and beautiful

no

she is always glamorous and beautiful

but i knew i loved her

when i held her in my arms

as she sobbed

while we stood in the parking lot

somewhere in the middle of nowhere

i held her in my arms

as she sobbed

waiting for the ambulance

to save the boy she loved

who was dying

i held her in my arms

as she wailed

and sobbed

and confessed to me how she loved him

how she promised him she wouldn't cry

and how she was so deathly afraid

that he wouldn't be okay

so it was then

when i held her in my arms

and we cried into each others shoulders

when i smelt her vanilla shampoo

mixed with strawberries and salty tears

that i realized

how beautiful she was

and that never in a million years

would i imagined loving the girl

whom i have known my entire life

yet alone I'd fall for her over her shampoo

you said that i could always go to you

whenever something was bothering me

or i had a problem

you said you'd always be there for me

and you'd help me get through it

but how do you expect me to go to you

and confess that i have been infatuated with you

for eight months

and eleven days

or

two hundred fifty four days

six thousand sixty nine hours and

three hundred sixty five thousand ,

seven hundred sixty minutes