“Hawaii is my happy place,” I said to no one, ever, at any time. The morning was too bright, too hot, and too lonely.
But the light’s beginning to change. Happiness, like a cockroach, has a way of creeping up on you.
Erin Curlett writes stories about love, identity, and healing.
“Hawaii is my happy place,” I said to no one, ever, at any time. The morning was too bright, too hot, and too lonely.
But the light’s beginning to change. Happiness, like a cockroach, has a way of creeping up on you.
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