... Change doesn't happen overnight-it's molded by people who don't give up

When you are perfect, is there anywhere else to go?

...and time becomes a forgotten detail.

He believes me. But that is nothing new. He always did because I was a rule follower. I played by the rules he understood. But there are new rules now, ones he doesn't know yet. He'll learn. Just as I'm learning.

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

I just think perfection and lasting through the ages is for Greek statues, not us mere humans.

My timing is off. But I had to get it out. Some things you have to tell, no matter how stupid they may sound. Some things you can't save for later. There might not be a later.