Liam and I are “a thing” now. He holds my hand. He calls me “Mar” for short. He’s perfect on paper. But last night, we were watching a movie at his house, and he started talking about how he wants to move to New York and become an editor. It was exciting.
It’s honest. Who says that?
— Marleen. (No longer just a girl with a diary. A girl with a story.)
Then my phone buzzed. A text from Caleb: “The library has that new manga you wanted. I put it on hold for you.”
