I was starting to think I was making up memories, just to have answers. Our brain does that sometimes. Or at least mine does.

People say that time slips through our fingers like sand. What they don't acknowledge is that some of the sand sticks to the skin. These are memories that will remain, memories of the time when there was still time left.

Sometimes when you hit send, you can imagine the message going straight into the person's heart. But other times, like this time, it feels like the words are merely falling into a well.

I am always amazed by people who know something is wrong but still insist on ignoring it, as if that will somehow make it go away. They spare themselves the confrontation, but end up boiling in resentment anyway.

this blue shirt i have is practically the same color as my jeans, and looking all-blue is something only cookie monster can pull off.

love is tied to truth. I think of them as unhappily conjoined twins.

I don’t want to throw everything away for something uncertain.