There Was Love Expressed In The Places

I Killed Her Once And Died For Her Many Times And I Still Have Nothing To Show For It. I Always Search For Her ; I Always Remember Her. I Carry The Hope That Someday She Will Remember Me.

I Agree That A Love Of Reading Is A Great Gift For A Parent To Pass On To His Or Her Child.

I Allowed Myself To Suffer How Jarringly Destructive The Present Feels And How Fragile The Past.

The Present No Matter What I Brought Couldn’t Change The Past. The Past Was Set And Sealed.

Grief Was Like A Newborn, And The First Three Months Were Hard As Hell, But By Six Months You'd Recognized Defeat, Shifted Your Life Around, And Made Room For It.