Everything, in the end, comes down to timing. One second, one minute, one hour could make all the difference.

Maybe that's what you got when you stood over your grief, facing it finally. A sense of its depths, its area, the distance across, and the way over or around it, whichever you chose in the end.

But you only get so many do-overs in this life, so many chances to, if not change your past, alter your future.

Despite our differences, we did have a history. No one understood where I was coming from the way he did.

I couldn't tell her. I couldn't tell anyone. As long as I didn't say it aloud, it wasn't real.

Sometimes you dont even want to think aout what people are doing with their groceries.

I watched my mother do what she did best, and realized there would never be a way to cut myself from her entirely. No matter how strong or weak I was, she was a part of me, as crucial as my own heart. I would never be strong enough, in all my life, to do without her.