This Felt Right. Not Just Leaving, But

Your Actions Is Like A Raindrop; It Falls Into The Pond Making Ripples And Then Its Over.

Some Things Are Meant To Be Broken. Imperfect. Chaotic.

It’s Never Something Huge That Changes The Everything, But Instead The Tiniest Of Details, Irrevocably Tweaking The Balance Of The Universe While You’re Busy Focusing On The Big Picture.

If You Were Dead," Owen Told Her, "you'd Have Bigger Problems Than What You Were Wearing.

I Had To Wonder Whether It Was Possible That This Wasn’t Already Decided For Me, And If Maybe, Just Maybe, This Was My One Last Chance To Try And Prove It. There Was No Way To Know. There Never Is. But I Reached Out And Took It Anyway.