Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick?

I watch the beauty for as long as I can, then turn and face the rest of it.

Warily, she dares to allow me a smile. "It's okay. It's just...I'm not too good at talking to people." She looks away again as her shyness smothers her. "So, do you think it'd be all right if we don't talk?

Every time you find something that doesn't work, you're a step closer to what does work.

The first couple of times, he simply stayed - a stranger to kill the aloneness. A few nights after that, he whispered “Shhh, I’m here, its alright.” After three weeks, he held her. Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man’s gentleness, his thereness.

Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.

A fighter can be a winner, but that doesn't make a winner a fighter.