You think you know your possibilities. Then other people come into your life and suddenly there are so many more.

Part of love is letting a person be who they want to be

When you live as I do, you cannot indulge in jealousy. If you do, it will rip you apart.

In school, the year was the marker. Fifth grade. Senior year of high school. Sophomore year of college. Then after, the jobs were the marker. That office. This desk. But now that school is over and I've been working at the same place in the same office at the same desk for longer than I can truly believe, I realize: You have become the marker. This is your era. And it's only if it goes on and on that will have to look for other ways to identify the time.

And If only I could, I'd make a deal with God.

I can see that the sadness has returned. And it's not a beautiful sadness- beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain.

Love is so painful, how could you ever wish it on anybody? And love is so essential, how could you ever stand in its way?