It's not what we know, but what we think we know that's a problem.

I used to love being invisible, or I believed I was invisible, but there I was showing up in photographs and memories. Now, I wish I'd tried to actually appear.

I don't remember taking a vow of celibacy. . .

Lost Again

It's hard to say goodbye to the person you love when the reason you're leaving is because you love her.

Love III

I love how I still wish you were here.

Love II

I love how my toes curl when D is driving.

Love

I love how perfect my hindsight is.

Accidents

When are accidents just accidents and when are they plans we didn't know about?

Sometimes I feel like the most imperfect person in a perfect world. I'd be a lot happier if "normal" and "unique" were synonyms.