The Ideas Choose Me, Not

I Pointed To The Wound. "it's Missing," I Said. My Grandmother Smiled, And That Was All It Took For Me To Stop Seeing The Scar, And To Recognize Her Again. "yes," She Said. "but See How Much Of Me Is Left?

You Never Forget Your First Fall.

I Adore The Way He Looks At Me Sometimes, As If Love Is A Quantity He Cannot Measure Scientifically, Because It Multiplies Too Quickly.

Having A Fantasy Come True Doesn't Always Mean It Will Be Permanent.

It Takes Two People To Make A Friendship Work