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

Its a fine line between love and stalking.

Some days are like this. And the only way to get through them is to remember that they are only one day, and that every day ends.

Once the storm comes out, the landscape changes. What you had before is altered in some way. And you have a choice: build something new and better from what is left or abandon it.

She is carrying herself through the day, and it’s not an easy task.

I don't want to fall. All I want to do is stand on solid ground.

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