The door of possibility has not been shut.
Reblog if you’re currently writing a novel, even if it’s only in your head or scribbled in the back of a notebook somewhere.
Think about how many books don’t exist yet.
A lingering hope.
Well, I’m doing it at last. I’m telling Tyler how I still feel about him. Even if nothing comes out of it but a continued friendship and nothing more, I’ll still be happy. At least he’ll know how I feel — it won’t be all pent-up inside of me anymore. But he’s already said it’s not hopeless, and that’s made me happy.