Sometimes I think the human heart is just a simple shelf. There is only so much you can pile onto it before something falls off an edge and you are left to pick up the pieces.

Nobody wants to admit to this, but bad things will keep on happening. Maybe that's beause it's all a chain, and a long time ago someone did the first bad thing, and that led someone else to do another bad thing, and so on. You know, like that game where you whisper a sentence into someone's ear, and that person whispers it to someone else, and it all comes out wrong in the end. But then again, maybe bad things happen because it's the only way we can keep remembering what good is supposed to look like.

Maybe you expected marriage to be perfect - I guess that's where you and I are different. See, I thought it would be all about making mistakes, but doing it with someone who's there to remind you what you learned along the way.

Eventually, I told myself not to expect anything from him, and as a result it has gotten easier for me to take what comes.

The Inuit say that the stars are holes in heaven. And every time we see the people we loved shining through, we know they're happy.

But then again, maybe bad things happen because it’s the only way we can keep remembering what good is supposed to look like.

Your problem is that you have been too honest for too long. Once you start doing it, lying is simpler than breathing.