It’s what you do that counts, not what you consider doing.
Sometimes broken things heal crooked. The pieces didn’t fit anymore.
Just . . . love me, and let tomorrow look after itself.
You could miss someone, but it did no good to fixate on loss. I wished I had the ready words of a Breeder or the ability to comfort with a soft touch. I didn't. Instead I had daggers and determination. That would have to do.
I wanted proof, not promises.
It’s easy to do right when everything goes right. But let everything go wrong, and see how difficult it becomes.