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

People are secretive when they have secrets.

It can be exhausting eating a meal cooked by a man. With a woman, it's, Ho hum, pass the beans. A guy, you have to act like he just built the Taj Mahal.

Hurt is a weapon. Better weapon than most because it doesn't look like one.

I was like a chocolate in a box, looking well behaved and perfect in place, all the while harboring a secret center.

There are so many different fifteens. And eighteens. And forty-twos, for that matter. Mature fifteens and young fifteens and wise fifteens and lost fifteens. And angry fifteens.

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