You may not remember the time you let me go first. Or the time you dropped back to tell me it wasn't that far to go. Or the time you waited at the crossroads for me to catch up. You may not remember any of those, but I do and this is what I have to say to you: Today, no matter what it takes, we ride home together.

Wanting him to come back before anyone notices part of the world has not moved since he left.

My grandma used to plant tomato seedlings in tin cans from tomato sauce & puree & crushed tomatoes she got from the Italian restaurant by her house, but she always soaked the labels off first. I don't want them to be anxious about the future, she said. It's not healthy.

There are days I drop words of comfort on myself like falling leaves and remember that it is enough to be taken care of by myself.

He loved her for almost everything she was & she decided that was enough to let him stay for a very long time.

If you hold on to the handle, it's easier to maintain the illusion of control. But it's more fun if you just let the wind carry you.

I hope someday you see this is all life wants: for you to be your own kind of beautiful & not the kind that makes you forget who you are.