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

Puzzle pieces don't always connect do they?

As I thought about that, I had to wonder: What will we know better about tomorrow? Who cares? Hindsight is useless.

Funny thing, your brain, how it always functions on one level or another. How, even stuck in some sort of subconcious limbo, it works your lungs, your muscle twitches, your heart, in fact, in symphony with your heart, allowing it to feel love. Pain. Jealousy. Guilt. I wonder if it’s the same for people, lost in comas. Is there really such a thing

...what good would it do to shutter your windows, never dream of rainbows or find hope in promises? Why choose to walk away rather than hold your ground and fight for love?

I tattered their wings and tore off their legs, joint by joint, watched them crawl in circles, like little lost infants, untill they decide to die.

We kissed for about the thousandth time, No promises, no demands, Just solid rebuilding of shattered trust.