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.

Unconditional love is like a contry of two with no laws and no government. Which is all fine if everyone is peaceful and law abiding. In the wrong hands, though, you got looting and crime sprees, and let me tell you, the people who demand unconditional love are usually the ones who will rob and pillage and then blame you because you left your door unlocked.

Yeah. When you want what's real and you try to find that in high school, you might as well be looking for a mossy rock beside a babbling brook on the corner of Sixth and Pine in downtown Seattle.

Sometimes I’ve even wished there was a human pause button, where you could choose some point in your life where you could stay always.

The most basic and somehow forgettable thing is this: Love is not pain. Love is goodness. And real love--it's less shiny than solid and simple.

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

Sometimes good choices are really bad ones, wrapped up in so much fear you can't even see straight.