Where we love is home

The quickest path to self-destruction is to push away the people you love.

This black box is yours to keep, to stash your troubles away. Just lock it up and call my name and I'll be there always.

This is the way we fall. First we lose our balance, teetering precariously on the edge of uncertainty, until, mercilessly, gravity takes over. You can’t outshine gravity.

The world can fall to pieces around us, but in the end, we'll always make it back to us.

I don’t know how long we stand there holding each other. It could be ten minutes, an hour, or a day. All I know is that when I finally let go, I can breathe. I can rest. I can live knowing that my baby girl is happy. Knowing that she felt my love.

If love is a drug, then it's the kind that should be prescribed.

We feel the love of strangers every day in the things they do that affect us without our knowledge.