So while it seemed like you were seeing everything, you really weren't. Just bits and pieces that looked like a whole.

I mean, at first, it was kind of disappointing. But people recover from disappointment. Otherwise we'd all be hanging from nooses. Right?

But all the love in the world won't save a sinking ship. You have to either bail or jump overboard.

I think part of the problem sometimes is that there's so much happening in my books, to whittle it down into a single script is hard.

I paused, only just now realizing that the subject was hitting a little close to home. "You know, getting hurt. Putting herself out there, opening up to someone." Yeah," he said adding some cheese straws to the cart, "but risk is just part of relationships. Sometimes they work, sometimes they don't." I picked up a box of cheese straws, examining it. "Yeah," I said. "But it's not all about chance, either.

Grieving doesn't make you imperfect. It makes you human.

I hoped this was true. Even if it wasn‟t, all I could do was hand over what I could, with the hope of something in return. But of course, this was easier said than done.