You Have Been With Me From The

It's Always Nervewracking To Put Yourself Out There. But It's The Root Of Joy.

She Loved Her Mother And Depended On Her Mother, And Yet Every Single Word Her Mother Said Annoyed Her.

We Forgive And Forget. At Least I Forgive And He Forgets.

Everyone Is Fragile. Everything Beautiful Is Fragile

Maybe They Would Look At Each Other And Feel Some Odd Yearning, But Neither Of Them Would Know Why. They Would Want To Stop, But They Would Be Embarrassed, And Neither Would Know What To Say. They Would Go Their Separate Ways. Who Knew? Maybe That Happened Every Day To People Who'd Once Loved Each Other.