Well, I’m glad you didn’t drown.” His eyes warm up with his face. I smile back at him. “Yeah, that would’ve sucked.” “Definitely.

There was no logic or any sense of purpose except that I knew I had to do something other than what I was doing, or I might not make it through this.

He never leaves my side. And I know he never will.

Just because one person's problem is less traumatic than another's doesn't mean they're required to hurt less

I run behind her, letting her stay a few steps ahead of me so if she happens to fall I’ll be there to laugh at her first and then help her up afterwards.

Yesterday I thought about why I felt the need to get up at exactly the same time as the day before and do everything I did the day before. Why? What compels any of us to do the things we do when deep down a part of us just wants to break free from it all?

What compels any of us to do the things we do when deep down a part of us just wants to break free from it all?