The chances we take, knowing no better than to fall or to stand back and hold ourselves in... protecting our hearts with the tightest of grips.

In those first few hours officially single again the world seems like it expands, suddenly bigger and more vast now that you have to get through it alone.

But as i lay there, it only seemes like silence filling my ears. And the thing was, it was so freaking loud.

Sometimes, you get things right the first time. Others, the second. But the third time, they say, is the charm.

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.

But the original was there as well—more jaded and rudimentary, functional rather than romantic. It fit not just the yellow house but another door, deep within my own heart. One that had been locked so tight for so long that I was afraid to even try it for fear of what might be on the other side

It's all in the view. That's what I mean about forever, too. For any one of us our forever could end in an hour, or a hundred years from now. You never know for sure, so you'd better make every second count.