Caring about anyone leaves you vulnerable.

I want to reach out and grab his hand and hold it to me, right over my heart, right where it aches the most. I don't know if doing that would heal me or make my heart break entirely, but either way this constant hungry waiting would be over.

I realize now how much courage it takes to choose the life you want, whatever that might be.

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

It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.

Some things are created to be together.

I'm just a butterfly, a mourning cloak, sealed inside a cocoon with blnd eyes and stiky wings. And suddenly I wonder if the cocoons sometimes do not open, if the butterfly inside is ever simply not strong enough to break through.