I don't understand why it's a sin if you love something and want to keep it from having to suffer.

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

I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone, and they opened you, only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same.

There is a fine line between seeing something that's lost as missing, and seeing it as something that might be found.

Raw love, like raw heartache, could blindside you.

There is a gulf as wide as an ocean between should and want, and I am drowning in it.

How could you beat an enemy you couldn't see?