What were we spending so much time doing if not getting to know each other?
The gift is for you...The surprise is for me.
A few weeks after the worst day, I started writing lots of letters. I don't know why, but it was one of the only things that made my boots lighter.
As a writer, putting words on the page is how I pay attention.
I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything
I hated myself for going, why couldn't I be the kind of person who stays?