The key is to never recognize these imbalances. To not let the dauntingness daunt us.

The older you get, the wiser you are - this is true. But you also question what use this wisdom is.y

It scares me how hard it is to remember life before you. I can't even make the comparisons anymore, because my memories of that time have all the depth of a photograph. It seems foolish to play games of better and worse. It's simply a matter of is and is no longer.

My pride shut me up, my hurt shut me down, and together they ganged up on my hope and let her get away.

underneath all that denial, you're someone who's deeply, deeply nice.

he is both the source of my happiness and the one i want to share it with.

The world is quieter now. It is never quiet, but it can get quieter. What strange creatures we are, to find silence peaceful, when permanent silence is the thing we most dread. Nighttime is not that. Nighttime still rustles, still creaks and whispers and trembles in its throat. It is not darkness we fear, but our own helplessness within it. How merciful to have been granted the other senses.