Risk Always Looks Different When

You Know It's Never Fifty-fifty In A Marriage. It's Always Seventy-thirty, Or Sixty-forty. Someone Falls In Love First. Someone Puts Someone Else Up On A Pedestal. Someone Works Very Hard To Keep Things Rolling Smoothly; Someone Else Sails Along For The Ride.

She Thought Of Death Like The Seam Of A Hem: Each Time You Lose Someone Close, It Unraveled A Little. You Could Still Go Along With Your Life, But You'd Be Forever Tripping Over Something You Previously Took For Granted.

That's The Crazy Thing About Lies. You Start To Fall For Them, Yourself.

If It Is Possible To Die Of Grief Then Why On Earth Can't Someone Be Healed By Happiness?

When You’re Hurting Deeply, You Go Inward.