Sometimes you want to remember. And sometimes you need to forget.
Lisa Schroeder
Come with me,' Mom says. To the library. Books and summertimego together.
mom library summer books
Guilt reminds me of a stray cat. You chase it away and yet, it comes back when you least expect it. If you let yourself feel pity for it and feed the thing, it parks its ugly, puny, lonely-for-attention butt on your doormat and won't go away. Scat kitty cat, scat. I don't need you sitting around here like that.
life
When you meet someone so different from yourself, in a good way, you don't even have to kiss to have fireworks go off. It's like fireworks in your heart all the time. I always wondered, do opposites really attract? Now I know for sure they do. I'd grown up going to the library as often as most people go to the grocery store. Jackson didn't need to read about exciting people or places. He went out and found them, or created excitement himself if there wasn't any to be found. The things I like are pretty simple. Burning CDs around themes, like Songs to Get You Groove On and Tunes to Fix a Broken Heart; watching movies; baking cookies; and swimming. It's like I was a salad with a light vinaigrette, and Jackson was a platter of seafood Cajun pasta. Alone, we were good. Together, we were fantastic.
together opposites
I seered, burning lovedisappearforever.
In that moment i realize a circle of love is ten times better than a procession of sorrys.
We have a lot of questions, and we want to understand. Music helps with that. Music helps with everything.
music
I'd reply, love doesn't tell time. Love is simple thereor it isn't. Every day, in every way, it was there.
poetry
memory quote quotes
He was a character.A character who should still be here. Damn it all to hell. He should still be here.
character
I think fear is normal, Cade. Just don't let it win.
courage fear
Love is the answer. Not fear.
fear
I like the memories because they remind meI haven't always beenthis girl, constantly mad or scaredor confused.
memories
I know. You can be fine, and then, out of nowhere,a memory blindsides you.
When he opens the door, I step in and an army of memories comes at me from all sides.
Memories fall like snowflakes upon my dreams. The snowflakes toss and tumble, each different and yet the same.
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