Library? That sounded reasonable. As my thoughts revolved around my days surrounded by books, something miraculous happened. My anger subsided. It ebbed away as the thoughts of books, pages, and comfort entered my head.
How many memories can come through at once before they are just jumbled words and faces mixed together by years of pain?
This love is so deep it cannot be undone.
Ghosts have a way of misleading you; they can make your thoughts as heavy as branches after a storm.