My Word, My World

I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.

There is a time and place for decaf coffee. Never and in the trash.

It terrifies me to think that I may never find someone that I connect with more than the way I did with you. But it also gives me hope because before you, I didn’t know that profound level of a connection with someone was even possible.

The torture of small talks with someone you used to love.

You fell in love with my flowers but not with my roots, so when Autumn arrived you didn’t know what to do.