Was it hard?" I ask.Letting go?"Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn't real.

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.

It brings me back to the moment, and I want to livethe moment with everything I’ve got.

STONELet my heartturn tostone.Maybe thenI can sleepwithoutnightmares.May be thenI can eatwithouta stomachache.Maybe thenI can readwithout fearof an unhappy ending.Take the knifeout of my heartand,please,let itturn to stone.

The road to happiness is paved with good deeds for others.

What I want is for youto build a bridge.A bridge thatconnects thesetwo parts of mylife so I don't have to chooseone or the otherI don't want to chooseBecause the thing aboutchoices?You get something while you lose something else.If you choose wrong you risk losingeverything.