This Is My Voice. There Are Many

We Grew Up Learning To Cheer On The Underdog Because We See Ourselves In Them.

My Heart Is A Protest That I Let Rally Against My Ribs.

We So Seldom Understand Each Other. But If Understanding Is Neither Here Nor There, And The Universe Is Infinite, Then Understand That No Matter Where We Go We Will Always Be Smack Dab In The Middle Of Nowhere. All We Can Do Is Share Some Piece Of Ourselves, And Hope That It’s Remembered. Hope That We Meant Something To Someone

I Accept That Today May Be Imperfect... I Accept That I May Be As Well. What I Don't Accept Is That Imperfection Should Be The Crutch I Use To Excuse Myself From Participating In Joy.

And You Are Worth The Time It Takes To Take The Time To Get To Know You. We've Managed To Muttle Through The Awkward Stage Of I Like You And You Like Me, But When We Both Finally Said 'yes' Life Became A Multiple Choice Test, Not Knowing Anything We Became Each Others Best Guess. And, Holding Your Hand Is Less Like Exploration And More Like Discovery. Lady, I Don't Have To Study You To Be Sure. You're The Choice I Made Before I Knew What The Other Choices Were