That's how writing works, at least for me: even the stuff that doesn't work out gets funneled into the stuff that does work out.

The part I enjoy most is not the doing, but the noticing.

memories fall apart too.

I love you' really is the gateway drug of breaking up.

It is so hard to leave-until you leave.

Such is life. We grow up. Planets like Tiny get new moons. Moons like me get new planets.

So I let her go, too. And I'm sorry.