You called me a natural con artist and asked me what other secrets I was hiding. I didn't answer because I already knew, in some deep, primal way, what furtive truth you were referring to: That I was destined to fall in love with you.

Bad things can happen to anyone at any time, whether you follow the rules or not.

Most people talk when they have nothing to say. I’m not talking because I have too much to say. None of which I’d want you to hear.

I never understood the point of being sad when I could choose to be happy

Faith is accepting what makes no sense, what we cannot prove, but know down deep in our souls is real.

Where's my syllabus to guide me through life?

The road less traveled will not be smooth