When You're A Mom, You

It Isn’t About Being At The Same School Or The Same Town Or Even The Same Room. It’s About Being Together. Love Is A Choice You Make.

And Before You Barrel Through Some Idiotic Cosmo Girl List Of How-well-do-you-know-your-man Questions, Let Me Say That I Don't Know Squat About Him Except That He Kisses Like A God And Screws Like A Devil.

No Mother. Two Small Words, And Yet Within Them Lay A Bottomless Well Of Pain And Loss, A Ceaseless Mourning For Touches That Were Never Received And Words Of Wisdom That Were Never Spoken. No Single Word Was Big Enough To Adequately Describe The Loss Of Your Mother.

What Good Did It Do To Light The World On Fire If She Had To Watch The Glow Alone?

She Is Like A Child Picking At A Scab, Unable To Stop Herself Even Though She Knows It Will Hurt.