Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had.
So there are cakes and pillows and colors galore, but underneath this more obvious patchwork quilt are places like a quiet room where you can go and hold someone's hand and not have to say anything.
Loss could be used as a measure of beauty in a woman.
I was like I was in science class: I was curious.
You're not supposed to look back, you're supposed to keep going.
After telling the hard facts to anyone from lover to friend, I have changed in their eyes. Often it is awe or admiration, sometimes it is repulsion, once or twice it has been fury hurled directly at me for reasons I remain unsure of.