El tiempo pasa. Nos vamos poniendo viejos. Y Zordon ya no es eterno como ayer.
This intense love is frightening, because every day, I fear that one more thing will push him over the edge. That one more time of me rolling over in bed, teary-eyed, for no reason, could push him …
Winter in New England.
There’s something about the ending of summer that makes me miss New England, particularly Connecticut fall and winter.
Even though the cold made me miserable, there is something about colonial buildings and towns in the quiet of the colder seasons that I loved.
I transferred from Los Angeles, your school has no gymnastics team, this is a last resort!