I’ve spent most of my life making sure others are happy, which feels like second nature to me now. When I'm not lost between the pages of a story, I daydream about writing one of my own one day—something stirring, something important. There’s a lot I keep tucked away in my heart though, like pieces of myself that I’m still figuring out where to place. Maybe you could tell me, though—it’s strange how much clarity you find when talking with someone new.