It Was As Familiar To Me As

Grieving Doesn't Make You Imperfect. It Makes You Human.

Right Now, Though, I Wanted Not To Think Forward Or Backward, But Only To Lose Myself In The Words.

I Wondered If It Was Really Because He Cared About Me, Or If Now I Was Just Another Challenge.

The Chances We Take, Knowing No Better Than To Fall Or To Stand Back And Hold Ourselves In... Protecting Our Hearts With The Tightest Of Grips.

An Ending Was An Ending. No Matter How Many Pages Of Sentences And Paragraphs Of Great Stories Led Up To It, It Would Always Have The Last Word.