The First Step Of A Journey Is

Love Never Gives In Or Up, Holding Tight To Lofty Ideals That Transcend This Earth And Time, While Its Counterfeit Simply Concludes It Was Mistaken And Quickly Runs Off To Find The Next Real Thing.

"you Know, I've Wondered If It's More Painful To Lose Someone You Love To Death Or To Lose Someone You Love Because She No Longer Loves You Back." "i Don't Know," I Said. "on The Surface, It Seems An Easy Question. It Should Be So Much Easier To Lose Someone Who Doesn't Love You, Because Why Would You Want To Be With Someone Who Doesn't Want You? But Rejection's Not An East Road. A Part Of You Always Wonders What Makes You So Unlovable."

To Deny Our Pasts Is To Burn The Bridge We Must Cross To Self-understanding.

I Suppose I Have An Active Imagination, And Writing Allows Me To Live It Out.

In The Beginning, I Had Considered These Stops On My Journey As Interruptions - But I'm Coming To Understand That Perhaps These Detours Are My Journey.