You get what you give, but also what you're willing to take.

You get what you give, but also what you're willing to take. The night before, I'd offered up my hand. Now, if I held on, there was no telling what it was possible to recieve in return.

After everything that happened, how could I miss him? But I did, I did.

There were so many levels to the unknown, from safe to dangerous to outright nebulous, scariest of all.

Eventually, it wasn't even your dad I wanted, just anybody. Anybody at all.

I'd seen another shade of him, and if it had been light where we were now, he'd have seen the same of me. So I was grateful, as I had been so often in my life, for the dark.

But it was important to simply be sought, even if you didn‟t ever want to be found.