What if...? A question we ask to hurt ourselves.
There are moments. You will know them.
The tale is often wiser than the teller.
Perfection is a moving target
We all have our demons to deal with, Little Pigeon. It's when we cherish them - cradle them to our breasts and feed them, day after day-that's when they curdle our souls.
Love is blind, they say--but isn't it more that love makes us see too much? Isn't it more that love floods our brain with sights and sounds, so that everything looks bigger, brighter, more lovely than ever before?