Shattered

You, my dear, are getting curiouser and curiouser. Like Alice down the rabbit hole, nothing is as it appears.

...as the sun shines down to melt the ice of another winter, to summon spring wildflowers from the earth; as the sky darkens with sudden, drenching showers before the sun returns, I know that both pain and joy are needed for life to grow.

Like Aiden said: how can you truly love somebody when you don’t know who they really are?

Caring for someone is never a bad thing, even if it doesn't work out

It doesn't look much from the outside. But what you get outside is often like that. People, especially, can be so different from what you can see that you'd never guess what goes on in their secret places. What they are capable of.

Turn around? No. Keep going, it's the only way to make sure I don't end up going back and forth.

I have both been given and taken so many identities, but at last I am beginning to grow into my one true name. This was the gift my mother gave to me: Hope.