You Might Not Write Well Every Day,

I Imagined What It Would Be Like To Hold A Butterfly In Your Hands Something Bejeweled And Treasured And To Know That Despite Your Devotion It Was Dying By Degrees.

People Ask All The Time How I'm Doing, But The Truth Is, They Don't Really Want To Know.

It Is A Remarkable Question- Do All The Wonderful Things Happen When We Are Not Aware Of Them?

Until This Moment, I Had Not Realized That Someone Could Break Your Heart Twice, Along The Very Same Fault Lines.

How Foolish It Is To Run Away With A Man Who's Already Run Away With Someone Else.