That's what I'll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in.

Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?

The stars shine as they always do. Same stars. Same sky. Only I am different.

Sorry. But I don't need some money-grubbing preacher defining my relationship with God.

Christmas is far and away my favorite holiday. I love everything about it, from the event that inspired it, hoping for a white one, to wrapping presents. But mostly I love having family and friends gathered, and sharing traditions.

Is it wrong to leave relative security in favor of unknown risk at the side of someone you love?

i expected demands. he gifted me with tenderness. i expected ego. he let me experiment. i expected disrespect. he called me beautiful. i expected him to expect perfection. he taught me all i needed to know.