I'm thinking that it might actually be possible for things to work out sometimes. Definitely not everything and maybe not the way you imagined. But sometimes, when you least expected it, life surprises you.

Standing in the line at the food court, I try to be myself. But I forget how I usually stand when I'm myself.

Still hiding and afraid to let go. Waiting for you to find me uncover me and show me the way.

He has to wair for another load of laundry to get done. So I wait with him. I lean back against the couch, sitting really low the way I like. I scrunch over and put my head on his shoulder. We sit like that for a long time. Watching other people's laundry dry. <3

It’s interesting how something that comes so easily to one person can be so impossible for someone else.

Things don’t get better just because you want them to.

We’re never gonna understand women. They’re way too complex. You’ve got too many variables to consider. PMS, bad hair days, miscellaneous mood swings . . . there’s no way to tell what’s causing their attitude. - Mike