When you can't save yourself or your heart, it helps to be able to save face.

If there's one thing I've learned in the last few months, it's that sometimes you just have to close your eyes and jump.

It was like reaching for someone's hand, then missing their fingers, or even their arm, and hitting their shoulder instead. But no matter. You hang on tight anyway.

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

call it crazy, or just chicken salad. But within reason, or without it i was in it too.

I wondered if emotions were like menstrual cycles, if you get enough women together. Give it time, and everyone was crying.

I always have a goal, even if I keep it to myself. It allows me to keep pushing myself.