How can I explain purposely setting foot on a path so blatantly treacherous? Was the fun in the fall?

When did creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the person who lives inside your skin?

Puzzle pieces don't always connect do they?

Don't you know? We're connected by an invisible chain. It's very long, very light. But also very strong. It can't rust. Can't break. And the only thing that can sever it is if you ever stop loving me.

‎Perfect? How can you define a word without concrete meaning?

Standing Here My entire world far beneath my feet, I should be filled with pride. Instead, I feel overwhelmed by a sense of defeat. Suddenly it comes to me, toes tempted to test the ledge, that there is a way out of this. Clam surety flows through my veins, and as I turn to wave good-bye, I wonder if it will hurt or if a single person will cry at my funeral. I take a deep breath, a final taste of sweet mountain air. I conjure Leona, Emily. Move my feet closer. Closer There's Grandma One, Grandma Two, and their spouses, waiting for me. I see Dad. Cara. Mommy. I screw up my courage, step over

Forever made that kiss stand out in my mind, touch my heart, make me remember a kiss so tender.