They both want some peace. Peace from the harshness of reality, the people, the feelings, the world. And they've both come to the same conclusion.        There's only one way to find it.  

         Three years. It's been three years, and all I want is for it to stop. I want it to stop and I want it to never start again. But things like this take time, I know. It took time to begin; it'll take time to end. So I'll wait. I'll wait, I'll survive, I'll fight. I'll endure until that day I've been waiting for. Hoping for.    

         "I'm dying." Jiyong looked up at her with a pained expression. Dara backed away until she felt the cold, hard hospital wall against her. She shook her head in denial.        "No. No, you're not. Stop lying!" She clutched her head with both hands and closed her eyes in frustration. Jiyong watched helplessly, bound to the hospit

         Writing takes a lot of creativity, you know? And sometimes my brain just decides to flop out on me in the creativity department. I'm a writer, so that doesn't exactly work out. I rely on that creativity department to make a living, and guess what it does? It shuts down. And the Dara department gets all worked up, and I'm stuck at my desk daydreaming about Dara instead of daydreaming about my novel.

         People tell me there are lots of different types of love. Love for your family, love for your friends, love for your girlfriend, love for a pet. Love for a hobby, love for a location, love for sports. Love for anything.        You can love your girlfriend and your pet, but not in the same way. Love your pet the same way you lo

         Everywhere she looks, she remembers. Everything she does, she remembers. Every thought she thinks, she remembers. Because he is unforgettable.  

         My daddy is the best daddy in the world. He plays all these fun games with me, and he always takes me with him wherever he goes (but only if I want to come). He helps me with my school homework, and he teaches me a lot of cool stuff I bet my teacher doesn't know. He shows me all of these cool songs he writes at home, and he lets me sing them with him. My daddy loves me a lot too. He always tells me that he loves

          He’s the best math student in the school. She’s a beautiful girl that needs a math tutor. Will their mentor-student relationship evolve into something more?