Nobody's life is perfect. That's what makes us imperfect people. Look at the moon: it waxes and wanes, but is it ever truly "round"? Look closer, and isn't it flawed too, imperfect?
Female novelist x female photographer
The other me in this world is still me. We just made different choices at a crossroads, and that made us who we are.
Just between us: My writing isn't very good, so updates are a little slow, but I promise I won't abandon this story!
Theme: Different choices, but you and I are alike.
