but accepting help doesn‟t have to mean giving up control.

I'd been convinced I was on the outside, but really, I'd always been within arm's reach. All I had to do was ask, and I, too, would be easily brought back, surrounded and immersed, finding myself safe, somewhere in between.

You asked me to go out with you. I know you probably changed your mind. But you should know, the answer was yes. It's always been yes when it comes to you.

I wondered which was harder, in the end. The act of telling, or who you told it to. Or maybe if, when you finally got it out, the story was really all that mattered.

Life is full of screwups. You're supposed to fail sometimes. It's a required part of the human existance.

I never really know what I'm going to write next until it comes to me. So we'll just have to see what happens.

Impulsiveness can be charming but deliberation can have an appeal, as well.