Nothing's wrong. Everything's right. Things couldn't be righter. Things could be less tired. They could be less busy. They could be less caffeinated. But they couldn't be righter.
I have guts, just not when it counts.
You don't remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened.
Don't swear in the Literal Heart of Jesus.
The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.
She waited for me to play out the string, to find the place where she had stopped and was waiting for me, to follow the breadcrumb tail until it dead-ended into her.