Grieving Doesn't Make You Imperfect. It Makes

It’s Never Something Huge That Changes The Everything, But Instead The Tiniest Of Details, Irrevocably Tweaking The Balance Of The Universe While You’re Busy Focusing On The Big Picture.

Everything Looks Different When You're Older, Not Staring Up At The World But Down Upon It.

I Should Have Told You From The Start. I Will Let You Down.

So I Left Him There Alone To Watch History Repeat The Same Events Retold Again And Again On His Own.

Whenever You Made A Choice, Especially One You'd Been Resisting, It Always Affected Everything Else, Some In Big Ways, Like A Tremor Beneath Your Feet, Others In So Tiny A Shift You Hardly Noticed A Change At All. But It Was Happening.