be a good listener, don't judge and don't put boundaries on someone else's grief.

Frankly, I wonder who Frank was, and why he has an adverb all to himself.

The damage was permanent; there would always be scars. But even the angriest scars faded over time until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all, and the only thing that remained was the memory of how painful it had been.

Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.

You know how the tightrope guy at the circus wants everyone to believe his act is an art, but deep down you can see that he's really just hoping he makes it all the way across?

I've always been able to see you," I say. "It's a rather lovely view.

A woman isn't all that different from a bonfire. A fire's a beautiful thing, right? Something you can't take your eyes off, when it's burning. If you can keep it contained, it'll throw light and heat for you. It's only when it gets out of control that you have to go on the offensive.