The Magic.

Once upon a time, I fell asleep on the wrong subway at New York City, ended up on Coney Island, and walked alongside someone I am 100% sure was sent directly from God, because he, or it, knew that, and knew how, I was living my life incorrectly recently prior to us...

Broken Hearts, Broken Homes.

To fix a heart that’s been broken and shattered and torn apart so many times, it’s hard. Very near impossible. The fact that the someone you let inside completely wrecked the place and tore everything out of it, wrecked the furniture, and stole some things and some...