Words are the weights which hold our history in place.
Forgiveness, which is the place that every story turns, the chance we give each other.
I believe friends enclose us, like a pair of parentheses. Each one knows us differently, each sustains us in a different way.
We grow too old to lose old friends.
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?