The truth about forever is that it is happening right now.

Because the truth sometimes hurts," I said. Yeah," he said. "So do lies, though.

I always tried to imagine what it would be like to open your door to find something you had given up on. Maybe it had seen places you never had, been rerouted and passed through so many strange hands, but still somehow found its way back to you, all before the day even began.

No, no, no to Tallyho.

But there was something I liked about the idea of those seeds buried so deep having at least a chance to emerge

How weird was it that so many bits and pieces, all diverse, could make something whole. Something with potential. 'Perfect.

Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place.