How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?

Just because you didn't put a name to something did not mean it wasn't there.

If you want something to be true badly enough, you can rewrite it that way, in your head. You can even start to believe it.

words are like nets - we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, or grief, or wonder.

When this is over...we will got to the rainforest, or a beach as white as bone. We will eat grapes from the vine, we will swim with sea turtles, we will walk miles on cobblestone streets. We will laugh and talk and confess. We will.

Traveling is all very well and good as long as you knew there is a place or person you can call home

Home is not a place, but rather, the people you love