Without Warning Sometimes you’re traveling a highway, the only road you’ve ever known, and wham! A semi comes from nowhere and rolls right over you.
And if candor strikes to forcefully, step back, draw careful breath, and consider the angle your words must take before you open your mouth, let them leak out. Because once you tilt the truth, it becomes a lie.
But more importantly, you are a gift, to all who know you, whether or not they realize it. If they don’t, they are blind. You have a special place in this world. All you hvae to do is find it.
Life is full of choices. We don’t always make good ones.
I needed to see, needed to know, needed a whole lot more.
Even good girls have secrets, ones even their best friends must guess.
Love without trust is nothing more than infatuation.
Living means taking chances. Risks. Playing safe all the time is being dead inside, even if you happen to still be breathing.
Real love shouldn’t be disposable.
If all you can promise me is today, I’ll take it and hope for tomorrow.
Not even Carol knows firsthand how it feels to be hurt in such a way by someone who’s supposed to protect you.
Before you, I believed love was making love. Waiting only makes me love you more.
Do you ever dangle your toes over the precipice, dare the cliff to crumble, defy the frozen deity to suffer the sun, thaw feather and bone, take wing to fly you home?
Then I said it. He said it too. I love you. And everything that went before meant nothing.
She’s no longer afraid to die. What she’s afraid of is living, accepting the status quo.
Starving for a high, a place to hang out inside my own head. Starving for touch. Pain, even. A way to feel. I need to feel.
I nod, because I do understand. I’m just not sure how to go about divorcing myself from the evil I’ve already accepted.
It’s probably weird to think about an addiction like it’s a sentient being, but that’s how it feels. Like it’s something living inside you. Something you can’t get rid of because killing it means killing you.
It is hard to believe that something that seems so permanent was once so different. Change. I guess that really is one thing you can count on...
The truth is, I don’t have a real clue what love is – how to find it, how to give it. Once upon a time I thought I knew.