I get it. The things you hope for the most are the things that destroy you in the end.

Someday your prince will come," I assure him. "And the first thing I'm going to say to him is, 'What took you so long?

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.

She stays in the same spot, anchored by the profound, desperate loneliness of a bad relationship.

I am breathing. In dreams, we never bother to breathe.

But we comforted ourselves with what we really meant to say, which was: "I don't normally feel this good about what I'm doing." Measure the hope of that moment, that feeling. Everything else will be measured against it.

If you want to live within the definition of your own truth, you have to choose to go through the initially painful and ultimately comforting process of finding it.