I thought of you with love today, but that is nothing new. I thought about you yesterday, and days before that too. I think of you in silence. I often speak your name. All I have are memories, and your picture in a frame. Your memory is my keepsake,.
shoved up so hard against someone else's life that you might as well have your face pressed against their window-- it forces you to rethink your idea of who you are. Or how you might seem to other people.
WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE QUITTING, THINK ABOUT WHY YOU STARTED.