Just because it turned out bad, doesn’t mean it wasn’t meant.

Family was even a bigger word than I imagined, wide and without limitations, if you allowed it, defying easy definition. You had family that was supposed to be family and wasn't, family that wasn't family but was, halves becoming whole, wholes splitting into two; it was possible to lack whole, honest love and connection from family in lead roles, yet to be filled to abundance by the unexpected supporting players.

No one is ever quite as strong or as weak as you'd think.

An untold story has a weight that can submerge you, sure as a sunken ship at the bottom of the ocean.

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

Rejection, though--it could make the loss of someone you weren't even that crazy about feel gut wrenching and world ending.

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.