You're like the part of my life I know I can't fully live.

I can't stay away any longer... I can't hurt myself another day by not seeing you.

You shouldn't have to hide yourself, forever...

Her periwinkle eyes sparkle a bit after she cries, you know.

And slowly, softly, I'm writing my way out of you.

We all have the ability to be brave. Not just a select few of us, but all of us. At any time. Giving up is not the way to live.

He shouldn't have to stand for you in order for your voice to be amplified for the audience. Channel your strength, raise your feet and step up to the mic. Touch the audience of reality.

Complete surrender requires immense trust.

It's very strange how I could psych myself into believing you didn't exist here, never meant anything, for a whole day, for a whole moment. You've already impacted my life so greatly. And isn't that something to be grateful for?

We remember

the emotional pain of love, and the physical joy it brought. The times we tried to nurse the holes in our souls.... the times our smiles dared to outlast the moonlight.