People say that time slips through our fingers like sand. What they don't acknowledge is that some of the sand sticks to the skin. These are memories that will remain, memories of the time when there was still time left.

gravity, n. I imagine you saved my life. And then I wonder if I'm just imagining it.

There are times I think of us all and I wish we were back in second grade. Not really that young. But I wish it felt like second grade. I’m not saying everyone was friends back then. But we all got along. There were groups, but they didn’t really divide. At the end of the day, your class was your class, and you felt like you were a part of it. You had your friends and you had the other kids, but you didn’t really hate anyone longer than a couple of hours. Everybody got a birthday card. In second grade, we were all in it together. Now we’re all apart.

he is both the source of my happiness and the one i want to share it with.

I want to write my life. I want to be able to write my life. You are a second away from saying it. You have no idea how much I love you.

Sometimes the space between knowing what to do and actually doing it is a very short walk. Other times it is an impossible expanse.

It’s as simple as that. Simple and complicated, as most true things are.