You Get To A Certain Age Where

Love Is Like Grass. If You Fall On It, It May Leave A Stain And Some Temporary Pain. But You'll Get Over The Pain, It Will Eventually Stop Hurting. Now Maybe The Stain Ruined Your Favourite Pair Of Jeans, Or Maybe It Was Nothing Special That Was Ruined, But Either Way The Stain Remains There. And With Time, It Will Begin To Fade, But It Will Always Be There, A Permanent Reminder That You, Too, Once Fell.

It’s My Failure To Sound Like My Heroes That’s Allowed Me To Sound Like Myself.

I Look Away At Car Crashes, And I Know People Who Look Away At Car Crashes, Because It Makes Us Uncomfortable To Watch Other People In Pain.

I Can't Even Explain To You How Terrible That Feels, That I Equate Dating A Woman With Punishment, Shame, Guilt, Disappointment, Reproach, Reprimand, Persecution. It's A Nightmare.

Stop Falling In Love With Everything That Lets You Down, Even If Your Hands Are Shaking And Your Faith Is Broken, Even As The Eyes Are Closing, Do It With A Heart Wide Open. Say What You Need To Say.