No rash decisions. No big commitments. Each day as it comes.
Feels like I'm in a play and I don't know all my lines.
It's the intent, not the word, that makes something harsh.
Just stand. Bend. Balance.
He moves like a dancer.
Do you still love me, Janie?' Janie stares at him, incredulous. 'Yes, of course! I don't say it lightly.' 'Say it lightly in my ear,' he demands. She smiles, rests her soft cheek on his scratchy one, and whispers it. 'I love you, Cabe.