No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater.

After all, it's all kinds of things that make up a life, right? The big, like falling in love and spending time with your family, and the little....like blow drying your hair, applying concealer, and cursing those magazine inserts. It all counts. It has to.

The language of solace, and comets, and the girls we all become, in the end.

Let's just start and see what happens.

I sat up, sliding them off, and the quiet around me did not, for once, seem empty and vast. Instead, for the first time in a while, it felt like it already was full.

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

I'm just writing what I know. I've never been much of a reader of fantasy, and I think you write what you, personally, enjoy reading.