i remember our highs in hues, like the color of his eyes as the sun was setting; the pale of his hands in mine, and the blue of his smile. i remember our sorrows in shades, like the grey of the shadows, which loomed that day, and the white in his lie when he promised to stay. p. 45 Love and Misadventure Lang Leav
I had dinner with Felix's parents last saturday. It was unplanned. It was okay. Not as awkward as the first time when I met his mother. I met his parents before, but when we were still friends.