Stories took twists and turns down fairy-tale paths or down very human everyday ones. You think you’re at the end of the book, and it’s only the end of a chapter.

Because words were hills and valleys you traveled, so lovely sometimes that they hurt your eyes.

Maybe we all just wanted someone to believe in. That's all each of us wanted, and it should be so simple, but it never was simple.

Sometimes you can cattle rope your heart and sometimes you can't, is all.

Then again, what are liars if not great magicians?

Sometimes that´s all you need…, to know it´s not broken. To know you’re still whole and that you’ll heal.

But, finally, I had to open my eyes. I had to stop keeping secrets. The truth, thankfully, is insistent. What I saw then made action necessary. I had to see people for who they were. I had to understand why I made the choices I did. Why I had given them my loyalty. I had to make changed. I had to stop allowing love to be dangerous. I had to learn how to protect myself. But first… I had to look