The Truth Was This: Love

Goodbyes Are On Of The Hardest Things About Life. One Way Or Another People Were Always Leaving... Always Moving On.

The Death Of A Friendship Was Usually Slow And Insidious, Like The Wearing Away Of A Hillside After Years Of Too Much Rain. A Handful Of Misunderstandings, A Season Of Miscommunication, The Passing Of Time, And Where Once Stood Two Women With A Dozen Years Of Memories And Tears And Conversation And Laughter—where Once Stood Two Women Closer Than Sisters—now Stood Two Strangers.

It's Never Too Late With Truth. It Stands Outside Time.

Love Happens When People Forgive.

Real Love Never Fails.