Even if you couldn't see it beneath the surface, molecules were bonding, energy pushing up slowly, as something worked do hare, all alone to grow.

I'd still thought that everything I thought about that night-the shame, the fear-would fade in time. But that hadn't happened. Instead, the things that I remembered, these little details, seemed to grow stronger, to the point where I could feel their weight in my chest. Nothing, however stuck with me more than the memory of stepping into that dark room and what I found there, and how the light then took that nightmare and made it real.

As if he was beating me to the punch, his words living forever, while I was left speechless, no rebuttal, no words left to say.

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

Look. We both know life is short, Macy. Too short to waste a single second with anyone who doesn't appreciate and value you.

I don't believe in failure, because simply by saying you've failed, you've admitted you attempted. And anyone who attempts is not a failure. Those who truly fail in my eyes are the ones who never try at all. The ones who sit on the couch and whine and moan and wait for the world to change for them.

I just have to be super strong when it comes to my work time. Shut the browser, ignore the email alerts, and just WRITE.