I Am Every Age, Up To My

I Made Such A Fool Of Myself,” She Lamented. “love Does Not Make You A Fool.” “he Didn’t Love Me Back.” “that Does Not Make You A Fool, Either.” “just Tell Me …” Her Voice Cracked. “when Does It Stop Hurting?” “sometimes Never.

Nothing Haunts Us Like The Things We Don't Say.

As Children Grow, They Gravitate To Their Fates.

The Dead Sit At Our Tables Long After They Have Gone.

That's What Heaven Is. You Get To Make Sense Of Your Yesterdays