“Somewhere, deep behind my ribs, in a place I didn’t know existed, my heart opens up like one of those blooming tea bags, the ones that start out tiny and dark and then blossom like a flower. I’ve never let someone kiss me before. I’ve never let myself want to let it happen. It’s as unreal as everything else but far more welcome.”

“Somewhere, deep behind my ribs, in a place I didn’t know existed, my heart opens up like one of those blooming tea bags, the ones that start out tiny and dark and then blossom like a flower. I’ve never let someone kiss me before. I’ve never let myself want to let it happen. It’s as unreal as everything else but far more welcome.”

— Delilah S. Dawson