Emma

A massive part of me—the smartest part—keeps trying to remind me of the boundaries I felt so sure I needed to keep in place. Another part, playing a very lawyer-y devil’s advocate, wants to know if I REALLY need those boundaries and what’s the worst that could happen.

The worst is also the best, Jacob. You could fall in love.

My love life has turned into the digital equivalent of Frank’s legendary fishing story

As optimistic as I am, I have a healthy dose of cynical realist living inside me watching everything with a narrow, assessing gaze