Looking into another person's eyes for an extended period of time proved to be a powerful thing. And if you don't believe me, try it yourself.

I...have a woman in my arms who has suffered greatly and desperately needs to believe once again that she is beautiful.

Soon I am seeing the blue-and-yellow flags that line the campus streets, and it makes me feel happy and sad at the same time to be back at La Salle--almost like looking at old pictures of people who have either died or with whom you have lost contact.

If clouds are blocking the sun, there will always be a silver lining that reminds me to keep on trying.

I am trying to be kind instead of right.

Did you ever think about all of the nights you lived through and can't remember The ones that were so mundane your brain just didn't bother to record them. Hundreds, maybe thousands of nights come and go without being preserved by our memory. Does that ever freak you out? Like maybe your mind recorded all of the wrong nights?

The only way to beat my crazy was by doing something even crazier. Thank you. I love you. I knew it from the moment I saw you. I'm sorry it took me so long to catch up.