... But then again, a person could turn ugly. Their actual look could change when their actions were repulsive.

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

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

Have you worked here long?" Sebastian asks. Just a few months," I say. "Do you come here a lot?" As if you don't know, Jade. I used to come every day, or, you know, when I could, I'd bring Bo after work. Or just myself." At night sometimes. You'd climb the fence. You'd watch the stars. You'd tilt back your head and look at the sky. You'd think it over, whatever it was.

You were a stone wall, a fort in high, unreachable trees, an island, my own island, that no boat could reach.

You can hold a secret, hold it so far in that it drives nearly every thought and every move you make- your very heartbeat, almost.

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