and i walked for hours the mist growing thick and whole the thought of disappaering like that, so simply, made me so happy

When the right moment appears, the key is to not let it pass.

Everything seemed good, but I knew it had the potential to be awful.

If my love were an ocean, there would be no more land. If my love were a desert, you would see only sand. If my love were a star- late at night, only light. And if my love could grow wings, I'd be soaring in flight.

I wanted people to trust me, despite anything they'd heard. And more than that, I wanted them to know me. Not the stuff they thought they knew about me. No, the real me. I wanted them to get past the rumors. To see beyond the relationships I once had, or maybe still had but that they didn't agree with.

I sat. And I thought. And the more I thought, connecting the events in my life, the more my heart collapsed.

‎Because if I hadn't been so afraid of everyone else, I might have told Hannah that someone cared. And Hannah might still be alive.