A divided heart offers a strange sensation.

With a polite smile, I decided she was insane.

. . . and I don’t expect him to suborn his life into mine any more than I would change my dreams for him. We’re not one soul, one being, however much we love each other.

Is that love? It seems like a pale word, too easily tossed about by people who don’t know the meaning of it, who twist it for their own ends. I’m afraid of it now, right up there with clowns, close spaces, and open flames.

People grew lazy. They knew too many blessings, and so lost the ability to appreciate what they had

Sometimes you find your heroes in the unlikeliest places.

But I miss the woman I was, even as I learn to accept the new creature I’ve become.