She loves to live in her own head. It is not a matter of fantasy, it is a matter of comfort. But she begins to question the sanctuary in her mind when she cannot help but notice the way the candle is burning on her bedside table, forcing her closer to reality.

I once said, for loving someone as hard as he did is merely an impossible task to maintain. I never considered the two-way street I was writing into my life when I tried to put the circumstances into words.

Tired is okay

To remember all the people I am grateful for…

Something small to insinuate hope

Life after letting go is not loss, just mere existence in a new practice.

It is only fair that my first publication is about you. You consumed the majority of my writing for you once made life so fascinating.