You know how gossip is. It's the toxic waste of small town

Some things were beyond understanding.

Too many people seem to believe that silence was a void that needed to be filled, even if nothing important was said.

Real people had real agendas, real demands, real expectations about how other people should behave.

Our lives can't be measured by our final years, of this I am sure.

We are not perfect. We make mistakes. We screw up but then we forgive and move forward.

What mattered most was knowing that love was mine to give, without strings or expectations.