How do you know when an apology is true—when it means something, or can change something, or will last outside the moment?

In high school, my desire for friendship far outweighed my talent for it.

Words are the weights which hold our history in place.

You know how a river goes on and on? That's my love for you.

How do you know when an apology is true—when it means something, or can change something, or will last outside the moment?

Step out from behind the words. When you're a writer you can imagine that the words speak for you and are you, but they're not. You are this living breathing bad hair day kind of person.

Have you ever watched a leaf leave a tree? It falls upward first, and then it drifts toward the ground, just as I find myself drifting towards you.