I worry that I’ll continue to chase you in every
other lover’s eyes, hope that I’ll hear your laugh
in someone else’s voice, pray that the bottom of
the bottle holds the answers to letting go.

Used to Be

You love that you can still remember everything. Because it’s all you have left. The memories. The faint smell of that cologne on his police department t-shirt that you never returned. You love that you can still see him sitting on the couch, watching him watch A Walk To Remember, and recalling how it was the first time he cried in front of you – but it wouldn’t be the last.

Pinocchio’s Strings

“Lies, my dear boy, can easily be recognized. There are two kinds of them: those with short legs, and those with long noses.” – Carlo Collodi, Pinocchio

Destroy What Destroys You

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

– Haruki Murakami

Much Too Short & Far Too Bittersweet

All I ask is that you remember our beginning. Don’t remember the ending. Stories that don’t end in happily ever after are always better read on the first page.