There are all kinds of friends you make in life... But there's something different about someone who spreads their wings with you.

There is something about her eyes. Eyes don't breathe. I know that much. But hers look breathless.

Pieces. Isn't that what all of life is anyway? Shards. Bits. Moments. Am I less because I have fewer, or do the few I have mean more?

There are many words and definitions I have never lost. But some I am only just beginning to truly understand.

You've always been two people. The Jenna who wants to please and the Jenna who secretly resents in. They won't break, you know. Your parents never thought you were perfect. You did.

A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten . . .

We all have a dark place in us. It's what we do with it and the choice we make.