Lost somewhere between the veil of a crisp November morning and within the dimness of haze, lays the serenity of a natural love for life.

When we depart from this realm of life they say our questions are answered–

The surrealism of our worst fears actually happening to us and the ones we love is a complete devastation to our heart;

“I Can’t Breathe” is the name of the first story I ever read by Ring Lardner. It concerns a well-to-do 18-year-old girl who is infatuated, off and on, with several boys.