Unknowingly, he prepared me to survive the rest of my days with the way he shielded himself from emotional vulnerabilities that slowly destroy the rest of us.

Quite often you drive me mad, but more often I'm just mad about you. And that darling, that's the best love there is.

Every time I thought to, I wrote about you.

Some women feel the need to act like they're never scared, needy or hurt; like they're as hardened as a man. I think that's dishonest. It's ok to feel delicate sometimes. Real beauty is in the fragility of your petals. A rose that never wilts isn't a rose at all.

I know you think I'm crazy. Maybe that's because I am. About life, about this moment, about you.

When it comes to accepting emotional support or affection, I'm a little guarded and hardened to that.