Of course, I didn't kill them. They're just taking a little ... siesta, that's all.

Because if you're gonna make someone choose, then you shouldn't be surprised when they don't choose you.

Music is one of the highest art forms there is. It can define a life, change a life, or even safe a life, in just three short minutes.

He stops in his tracks, face expressing major disappointment. "Wait - seriously? That's it? We don't get to do a stealthy tiptoe as we slip around back? No sneaking through a cracked window, or arguing over who gets to crawl through the dogie door to let the other one in?

You cannot outwalk your problems. Can never run fast enough to evade them completely.

I guess by now I should know enough about loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone-you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence.

And I start to say, no. Start to ask him to please just take it off and put it away. Start to explain how it holds far too many memories for me. But then I remember what Damen said once about memories - that they're haunting things. And because I refuse to be haunted by mine - I just take a deep breath and smile when I say, "You know, I think it looks really good on you. You should defiantly keep it.