Cool superiority as a mask for overflowing insecurity.

Maybe it was wrong, or maybe impossible, but I wanted the truth to be one thing. One solid thing.

Love is ease, love is comfort, love is support and respect. Love is not punishing or controlling. Love lets you grow and breathe. Love's passion is only good passion -- swirling-leaves-on-a-fall-day passion, a-sky-full-of-magnificent-stars passion -- not angst and anxiety. Love is not hurt and harm. Love is never unsafe. Love is sleeping like puzzle pieces. It's your own garden you protect; it's a field of wildflowers you move about in both freely and together.

You can want one thing and have a secret wish for its opposite.

Maybe sometimes you just feel like everything can be taken from you all at once.

You could try and understand people, you could read books and understand words and concepts and ideas, but you could never understand enough or have enough knowledge to keep away the surprises that both fate and human beings had in store.

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