Lifestyle is an terrible, unpleasant put to not have a very finest buddy.

The bottom line is, what defines you isn't how many times you crash, but the number of times you get back on the bike. As long as it's one more. you're all good.

During this time we've been apart, it's you I've thought of when I'm at my weakest, and you who have pulled me through.

I just stood there, looking at her. My head was spinning, my mouth dry, and all I could think about was that I wanted to go someplace safe, someplace I could be alone and okay, and that this was impossible. My old life had changed and my new one was still in progress, altering by the second. There was nothing, nothing to depend on. And why was I surprised?

Honesty in principle was one thing. In someone’s face, it was another.

I am coming to terms with the fact that loving someone requires a leap of faith, and that a soft landing is never guaranteed.

Now I felt like I was drifting, sucked down by an undertow, and too far out to swim back to the shore.