C o u r a g e doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says, “I will try again tomorrow”
—Mary Anne Radmacher
Brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, an accent you wouldn’t soon forget. Her name is Belle.
“My favourite era was the 50s and 60s – the Chiffons, the Shangri-Las. My grandparents played it and I fell in love with it, because it was more about romance and love, and less about getting drunk and going home with someone you don’t know.”
Sophomore year, I used to sit in this back row and secretly watch you. I counted the number of times you’d smile at me, and I’d die on days that you didn’t.