If you loved someone, really loved them, would you let them go?

The human capacity for burden is like bamboo- far more flexible than you'd ever believe at first glance.

Do you know how there are moments when the world moves so slowly you can feel your bones shifting, your mind tumbling? When you think that no matter what happens to you for the rest of your life, you will remember every last detail of that one minute forever?

But what if your obsession has nothing to do with drugs or thrills or money? What if what you want most in the world is to recapture the way life was a week, a month, a year ago-and you are willing to do whatever it takes?

There's a cliff at the end point of a person's life; most us of peer over the edge of it, hanging on. That's why, when someone chooses to let go, it's so dramatically visible. The body will seem almost transparent. The eys will be looking at something the rest of us can't see.

Raw love, like raw heartache, could blindside you.

We believe what we want to, what we need to. The corollary is that we choose not to see what we'd rather pretend doesn't exist.