We don't get to chose what is true. We only get to choose what we do about it.

His eyes softened. I thought maybe he pitied me, but it was something else. "Ultimately, it will be your burden to bear. It's always the Mortal who bears it. Trust me, I know." "I don't trust you and you're wrong. We aren't too different." "Mortals. I envy you. You think you can change things. Stop the universe. Undo what was done long before you came along. You are such beautiful creatures." He was talking to me, but it didn't feel like he was talking about me anymore. "I apologize for the intrusion. I'll leave you to your sleep.

The story you are afraid to write is usually the one you are meant to tell.

we love what we love and who we love who we love and why we love why we love and find a falling shoelace knotted and strung between the fingers of strangers

I would love to say how nice it is to see you again, but that would be a lie. And I am nothing if not honest.

I loved her, atom by atom, one burning cell at a time.

Because life goes on, L. The birds do their thing, and the bees do theirs. Seeds get scattered, and everything grows back.