Can’t promise I’ll stay. That would be lying. And I’m so, so tired of lies.

Words have power. The power to soothe. The power to skewer someone through the heart. The power to render someone speechless.

Kaeleigh, queen of passive, all the time saying no, but not strong enough to mean it.

Memory is a tenuous thing. . . . flickering glimpses, blue and white, like ancient, decomposing 16mm film. Happiness escapes me there, where faces are vague and yesterday seems to come tied up in ribbons of pain. Happiness? I look for it intead in today, where memory is something I can still touch, still rely on. I find it in the smiles of new friends, the hope blossoming inside. My happiest memories have no place in the past; they are those I have yet to create.

hindsight is gained through experience

So You Want to Know All about her. Who she really is. (Was?) Why she swerved off the high road. Hard left to nowhere, recklessly indifferent to me. Hunter Seth Haskins, her firstborn son. I've been chocking that down for nineteen years. Why did she go on her mindless way, leaving me spinning in a whirlwind of her dust?

I want to know living love. And I don't want to wait for it.