Sometimes it seems easier to just keep running in the same familiar circles, rather than facing the fear of jumping and possibly not landing on your feet.

And if I can’t be yours now I’ll wait here on this ground till you come, till you take me away. Maybe someday.

It seems to be getting worse at night, nocturnal and intense. I’m sure it’s mostly in my head, but that doesn’t put me at ease, because the things lurking around inside the mind can be just as dangerous as tangible threats.

I can’t win for losing.

Our marriage hasn’t been perfect. No marriage is perfect. There were times when she gave up on us. There were even more times when I gave up on us. The secret to our longevity is that we never gave up at the same time.

Just because someone hurts you doesn’t mean you can simply stop loving them. It’s not a person’s actions that hurt the most. It’s the love. If there was no love attached to the action, the pain would be a little easier to bear.

I nod and hope he backs the hell away from me, because I’m about to have an asthma attack and I don’t even have asthma.

I hear the crack of his skull before the spattering of blood reaches me.

The problem is, love and happiness are not concordant. One can exist without the other.

Just because we didn’t end up on the same wave, doesn’t mean we aren’t still a part of the same ocean.