Strangers Are Just Family You Have Yet

Please, Please, Please, Please, Please...,", Squeezing His Eyes Shut Because It Somehow Made The Words More Pure.

I Thought About The Days I Had Handed Over To A Bottle..the Nights I Can't Remember..the Mornings I Slept Thru..all The Time Spent Running From Myself.

Please Do Not Leave Me, He Thought. He Could Not Bear A World Without Alli. He Realized How Much He Relied On Her From Morning Until Night. She Was His Only Conversation. His Only Smile. She Prepared Their Meager Food And Always Offered It To Him First, Even Though He Insisted She Eat Before He Did. They Leaned On Each Other At Sunsets. Holding Her As They Slept Felt Like His Last Connection To Humanity.

Learn What You Do Not Know. Understand The Consequences Of Counting The Moments.

Holding Anger Is A Poison. It Eats You From The Inside. We Think That Hating Is A Weapon That Attacks The Person Who Harmed Us. But Hatred Is A Curved Blade. And The Harm We Do, We Do To Ourselves. Forgive, Edward. Forgive...no One Is Born With Anger. And When We Die, The Soul Is Freed Of It. But Now, Here, In Order To Move On, You Must Understand Why You Felt What You Did, And Why You No Longer Need To Feel It.' She Touched His Hand. 'you Need To Forgive Your Father.' ~pgs 141-142