You Forget Your Victories, But You Remember

She Thought She Was Independent And Strong, But She Got One Small Taste Of Love And She Was Hungrier Than Anyone. She Was Ravenous.

You Forget Your Victories, But You Remember The Losses.

The Weather Turned. Her Skin Seemed To Grow A Million Extra Pores, And All Of Them Opened To Take In The Warmth And Tenderness Of The Air. The Sun On Her Face Made Her Want To Cry. Into All Those Millions Of Open Pores Came The Sunshine, And Other Feelings As Well. In And Out. She Was Porous.

I Always Interpret Coincidences As Little Clues To Our Destiny

Parents Were The Only Ones Obligated To Love You; From The Rest Of The World You Had To Earn It.