No matter where it is in the sky... No matter where you are in the world... the moon is never bigger than your thumb. -John

These days she simply did the best job she could, accepting the good with the bad.

The mist starts to form as we stand close to one another. It is a distant fog that rises from the horizon, and I find that I grow fearful as it approaches. It slowly creeps in, enveloping the world around us, fencing us in as if to prevent escape. Like a rolling cloud, it blankets everything, closing, until there is nothing left but the two of us.

And if, in some distant place in the future, we see each other in our new lives, I will smile at you with joy, and remember how we spent a summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love.

“A living poem” had always been the words that came to mind when he tried to describe her to others.

That's the thing about life. A lot of the time, it isn't easy at all. We just have to try to make the best of it.

But a risk-free life wasn't much of a life, really, and if she was going to change, she might as well start now.