No Relationship Is Perfect, Ever. There Are

If You Have Just One Person Believe In You, You'll Always Find Your Way

I Walked Over, My Eyes Scanning Luna Blu, My House, And Dave's. But It Was The Building Behind Them, That Empty Hotel, That Had The Tiniest Light, Provided By One Word, Written In Fluorescent Paint. Maybe It Wasn't What Was Once There, In Real Life. But In This One, It Said It All: Stay.

Accepting All The Good And Bad About Someone. It's A Great Thing To Aspire To. The Hard Part Is Actually Doing It.

In The End, Though, Maybe It's Not How You Reach A Place That Matters. Just That You Get There At All.

Sometimes It Seems Safer To Hold It All In, Where The Only Person Who Can Judge Is Yourself.