What you didn't tell someone was just as debilitating as what you did.

A lie, as you probably know, has a taste all its own. Blocky and bitter and never quite right.

She became whoever she needed to be to survive,but she never let anyone else define her.

In reality, you don’t ever change the hurricane. You just learn how to stay out of its path.

If you were drifting with a thousand other people, could you really still say you were lost?

Technically I've improved - I might turn a metaphor in five words now, where years ago, it would have taken me a paragraph. I can't say it was intentional - but you know what they say about practice making perfect...!

Betrayal was a stone beneath a mattress of thr bed you shared, something you felt digging into you no matter how you shifted position. What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?