Life goes on. Get over it. You're still young. It'll get better. Blah, Blah, Blah

I no longer think she's just being nice. She's being kind. Which is much more a sign of character than mere niceness. Kindness connects to who you are, while niceness connects to how you want to be seen.

Even though it was hard to see you, it was good to see you.

Maybe, it's not the distance that's the problem, but how you handle it.

Why is it so much easier to talk to a stranger? why do we feel we need to disconnect in order to connect? If I wrote "Dear Sofia" or "Dear Boomer" or "Dear Lily's Great-Aunt" at the top of this postcard, wouldn't that change the words that followed? Of course it would. But the question is: When I wrote "Dear Lily," was that just a version of "Dear Myself"? I know it was more than that. But it was also less than that, too

Now when I have to remember a date, all I have to do is consult my rap sheet.

i have to cross the river of extreme awkwardness in order to get to the paradise on the other side.