Confessions of a Chatterbox

Confession One: I was a self-confessed chatterbox.

Words were my best friend.

They loved me almost as much as I loved my pajamas and unwashed hair.


Confession Two: I hated outside people.

I was happiest sitting on my sofa, my favorite show in the background, and my laptop open while I worked.

Being my own boss was freaking awesome.

So why the heck had I accepted this new teaching job on campus?


Going back to the sunny state was the last thing I wanted to do.

It was only meant to be for one day—one talk.

But life had a funny way at throwing you for a loop.


Confession Three: I was the best secret keeper.

It was ironic considering I never stopped talking. 

But I’d do anything for my best friend.

Until him.


Confession Four: I’d never met anyone like him.

He was different, but not in the way that everyone else viewed him. 

He made my heart stutter and my breath catch.

But worst of all, he made my words disappear.