That Lasting Things Do, In Fact, Last.

Happiness Is So Rarely A Part Of My Vocabulary, Because For Me It's So Fleeting

You Can Give Words, But You Can't Take Them. And When Words Are Given, That Is When They Are Shared. We Remember What That Was Like. Words So Real They Were Almost Tangible. There Are Conversations You Remember, For Certain. But More Than That, There Is The Sensation Of Conversation. You Will Remember That, Even When The Precise Words Begin To Blur.

When The Shock Wears Off, You Always Hope There's Understanding Underneath.

With All Due Respect, If You’re Forty-three, Then I’m A Fetus.

If I Lose It Now, I Will Lose You, Too. I Know That. I Hate It.