I've Been An Idiot To Think That

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

I Would Figure Out, Later, How To Explain To My Boss That, For Me, Delia Will Never Be A Story, But A Happy Ending.

Parents Aren’t The People You Come From. They’re The People You Want To Be, When You Grow Up.

It Was So Damn Hard To Find Love In This World, To Locate Someone Who Could Make You Feel That There Was A Reason You'd Been Put On This Earth. A Child, I Imagined, Was The Purest Form Of That. A Child Was The Love You Didn't Have To Look For, Didn't Have To Prove Anything To, Didn't Have To Worry About Losing. Which Is Why, When It Happened, It Hurt So Badly.

I Would Rather Be In Minority And Be Right, Than In The Majority And Wrong.