Never forget who you are.

But soon I forget all they are being and doing and saying, and stare out the window.

Caring for someone is never a bad thing, even if it doesn’t work out.

Turn around? No. Keep going, it’s the only way to make sure I don’t end up going back and forth.

Like Aiden said: how can you truly love somebody when you don’t know who they really are?

And wait for the bus in grey drizzle, arms folded tight around myself, shivering against cold that falls from the sky and sinks deep in my bones.

A high tower, like Rapunzel’s, but this has no windows, nowhere to lower my hair.

He finds a tissue in his pocket and holds it out. I press it against my lip. Pull it away and look at it. Bright red, though not much of it. I've had worse.Have I?

It is one thing to ask questions; what do you do with the answers?

Truth is freedom. Freedom is truth.