All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.

I tuck caution into my pocket and hope I can reach for it if I need to.

I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.

Hope. It's like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It's a fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the perfect punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. And it's the only thing in the world keeping me afloat.

I love you exactly as you are.

Hope can make people do terrible things.

And some days I wonder why I insist on keeping myself alive.