She'd be one of those parents who left a kid behind at a rest stop, driving for miles before she noticed. We'd hear about her on the evening news.

I vow... "to not let the back & forth of forgiveness interrupt the steadiness of love.

It’s a simple truth that a secret is something you’re ashamed of.

You look so good," I say, and s***! Oh god, that's not what I meant. S***! "It looks good. The book.

I love to see those paragliders weaving softly around Moon Point, their legs floating above you in the air. When they drift in for a landing, their feet touch the ground and they trot forward from the continued motion of the glider, which billows down like a setting sun. I never get tired of watching them and I've seen them thousands of times. I always wondered what that kind of freedom would feel like.

Maybe I was being too picky. Maybe I didn't want to be close to anyone. Maybe I'd just be the type who couldn't feel love all the way or something. I couldn't tell what was wrong, but what was wrong was that it just wasn't right.

Darkness does this. It finds all the places you are hiding in. It finds all the things you are holding onto tightly and makes you let go.