“And in the end, we were all just humans, drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.”
— Christopher Poindexter“Not only didI love her,but I could tellthe universe lovedher, too.More than others.She was different.After all; I wouldbe a fool not tonotice the way thesunshine played withher hair.”
— Christopher Poindexter“she lived with hurricane eyes and fell in love with the way the waves collapsed against her cheeks.”
— Christopher Poindexter