No one gets to start where they left off; it just doesn't work that way.

As it turns out, you can function while your heart is being torn to shreds.

Clearly God was in some kind of mood on my birthday.

Can you imagine what it would be like to know that your life was just going to be a series of days that were all the same, that were do-overs?

Once you call something a story, it's set in stone. It has a beginning, a middle, and an end that can't be transformed, because by definition, if you do that, it's not the same story anymore

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

See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it