A sound waiting to be a word.

I wonder if it's possible to start a new relationship without hurting someone else.

And maybe it is only by finding yourself that you can feel the true intensity of becoming close to another person.

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

It's as if when you love someone, they become your reason. And maybe I've gotten it backward, maybe it's just because I need a reason that I find myself falling in love with her. But I don't think that's it. I think I would have continued along, oblivious, if I hadn't happened to meet her.

It's you. You deserve this. There is a reason this is happening to you.

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.