Sharing truth is not the kind of gift that comes in wrapping paper - ripped open once and, there, you're done. No, this is a gift that must be unfolded.

I had no idea what I wanted, only that I wanted something, which is the worst kind of wanting.

Everyone tried with me. And everytime, it felt like the whole point of life was to see if trying was ever enough.

I'll see you later, he says, and as he does, he runs his finger briefly over my wrist. It passes over me like air, and makes me shiver like a kiss.

What I really want, and what I never get - is to be appreciated.

I say good-bye to hope, but I also say good-bye to hope's disappointment.

I'm a firm believer that every person, young or old, has at least one good story to tell.