I've lost track of where friendship ends and falling begins. (this is the foolish refrain of the hopelessly devoted.) there are times I want to kiss you midsentence. undo the not-doing with one gesture.

I wake up thinking of yesterday. The joy is in remembering; the pain is in knowing it was yesterday.

It was rather awkward, insofar as we were both teetering between the possibility of something and the possibility of nothing.

And who am I to blow against the wind?

Deep down? That sounds like settling to me. You shouldn't have to venture deep down in order to get to love.

I find faith in human perseverance, even as the universe throws challenge after challenge our way.

I am learning that a life isn't real unless someone else knows its reality. And I want my life to be real.