Do you think you could let someone go if you thought it was best for them?

I think of how perhaps the best way to fly would be with hands full of earth, so you always remember where you came from.

Does loving someone mean you want them to be safe? Or that you want them to be able to choose?

And I laugh at myself for thinking I could touch the sky.

Isn't it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards? The thoughts you loved to think about, the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle-it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box, far from the light of day and throw away the key. It's not an act of bitterness. It's an act if self-preservation. It's not always a bad idea to stay behind the window and look out at life instead, is it?

So much of life is in the smallness of moments...but they are harder to mark. So we need the grander celebrations and occasions. People like to feel significant.

Forgetting lets you live without the pain for a moment but remembering hits hard.