Part Of Love Is Letting A Person

And Yes, Holden Would Keep Those Kids From Falling Off The Cliff, But Who Wouldn't? Does She Think I Would Just Fold My Arms Or Give Them A Pat On The Back Before They Sailed Headfirst To The Ground? We Are All Catchers, And It's Sad That She Doesn't See It. Instead She Sees The Phoniness, She Deplores The World Even After I Point Out That I Am In It.

Love Weaves Itself From Hundreds Of Threads.

Moments Into Minutes. Minutes Into Hours. Hours Into Days. Days Into Years. Years Into Possibility. This Will Linger.

So I Said I Wanted You To Stay, Even Though Nothing Could Stay The Same.

Even If Neither Of Us Got What We Wanted, We Found Freedom In The Third Choices.