Living in Storybrooke, Iāve got my son and my parents, and I love them, but they canāt always understand me. They donāt know what it feels like to be rejected and misunderstood. Not the way I do, not the way you do. And somehow that makes us, I donāt know, unique, or maybe even special. I wasnāt looking for you to assuage my guilt. I was looking for you to be my friend.





















