My heart was a hummingbird.
I’m not going to write “happily ever after.” That’s for fairy tales. This is real life. My heart was a hummingbird
Plot twist. A major one.
He didn’t kiss me. He just reached across the table, took my hand, and placed his other hand over mine. Two layers. An umbrella. took my hand
He shrugged. “I like the rain. It’s honest.” My heart was a hummingbird
But the boy who likes the rain? That’s the one I want to build an umbrella with.
— Marleen. (No longer just a girl with a diary. A girl with a story.)