I Know You Love Me. The Question

You Don't Love Someone Because They're Perfect, You Love Them In Spite Of The Fact That They're Not.

Life Was What Happened When All The What-ifs Didn't.

If It Is Possible To Die Of Grief Then Why On Earth Can't Someone Be Healed By Happiness?

I Pointed To The Wound. "it's Missing," I Said. My Grandmother Smiled, And That Was All It Took For Me To Stop Seeing The Scar, And To Recognize Her Again. "yes," She Said. "but See How Much Of Me Is Left?

The First Question She Was Asked Was What Do You Do? As If That Were Enough To Define You. Nobody Ever Asked You Who You Really Were, Because That Changed. You Might Be A Judge Or A Mother Or A Dreamer. You Might Be A Loner Or A Visionary Or A Pessimist. You Might Be The Victim, And You Might Be The Bully. You Could Be The Parent, And Also The Child. You Might Wond One Day And Heal The Next.