Suddenly, she opened her eyes. And everything… stopped. Her eyes rolled around a little bit at first, but she eventually found me. And I looked back, deep into her small, beautiful eyes. She looked at me but could only see a stranger. I looked at her and could see everything she is and would become. I had known what it was to love. But I didn’t know what it was to truly, irrevocably, and unconditionally love another person, especially a kid. And I had no idea that it was possible to truly, irrevocably, and unconditionally love a kid who wasn’t even yours.
Read MoreOne night I sat across the table from a Harry Styles look-a-like, smiling at how his hair gel glistened under our table lamp. As he picked at the bowl of warm pita bread, my eyes were busy outlining his pectoral muscles underneath his button down. Eventually, when Harry Styles failed to call me back after his completely rejected but oddly flattering booty call, I cried. I cried not for his inflated sense of entitlement. I cried because I couldn’t decide which title to choose for my book.
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