She was pretty.  Anyone who saw her would agree, but pretty isn’t uncommon.  What made her singularly unique was her bravery.  For someone who had been hurt so many times, she somehow kept the courage to maintain an unarmored heart that burned with hope.  She remained a dreamer on a quest for a true and lasting love.  She still dove into each new relationship emotionally bare, with full knowledge of just how much it might hurt.  That kind of courage is unicorn rare and just as magical.  That kind of courage took pretty… and elevated it to angelic.

Excerpt from A String of Moments
(the book I’ll never write)

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