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Sometimes, it's the hapless events that lead us to the right places. The ones that break your heart, the ones that leave you lying in bed at two in the afternoon, wishing you had the energy to make it all stop. But these hapless moments, they will change you. Over a year from that day, you will be sitting on a couch with friends. You will have work to do, but you decide that it can wait until tomorrow. There are wine coolers to drink and diets to be broken, all in the company of friends, laughing at some ridiculous comment. There are presentations to create and meetings to prepare for, a never-ending pile of work. It would be wise to keep working, but at that moment, you decide to take the night off. You may regret this the next day, but for right now, you are celebrating. You made it.

I found life in versatility. The best things when I least expected them. It was only a matter of time until I found myself making room in my life for them to stay.

Reconstruction Brick by heavy brick Rearranging these walls so I can let you in.

It has been a long road. One full of shortcomings. One full of long nights and blood, sweat, and tears, the holy trinity of effort Here goes nothing. Here goes everything. It was worth it in the end. It will be worth it in the end. It is worth it in the end.

Love. She is obsessed with the idea of it. The idea of her and him. Together. Through the good and the bad.

It was not what I had planned. It was not the time not the place not the conversation that was in my head It did not go the way I planned. This I do know. We were standing there You and I our scarves wrapped around our heads protecting us from the swirling winter winds We did not need their warmth.

wake

She stood at the wake, staring blankly at the casket and the picture slideshow just above her head. She knew him, she had always known him, so why wasn't she crying. She wanted to cry, but no tears came. She never had been much of a crier. He was gone. Forever. And here she stood. The Lion King kept coming to the forefront of her mind, with its unseen voice singing: "It's the circle of life, and it moves us all. Through despair and hope, through faith and love." This great tragedy, while monumental to them, was part of the circle of life. She pondered this thought for several seconds, until she felt someone squeeze her hand and familiar voices brought her back to reality: "Are there embalming tables downstairs? Like in The Haunting in Connecticut?" "Shut up, Bri." "Sorry." "It's fine...I wonder if it would be comfortable in there if--Whoa, your entire family is blonde!" "Isn't that caused by a pigment deficiency or something?" "We're at a wake. Why are we talking about this?!?" At this she smiled. She loved her friends.

Come, my dear, for the time is nigh. It's time to shut the lights and close the door. A part of us begins to die as our feet gingerly cross the kitchen floor. Come, my dear, just a few steps more. Soon our feet won't touch this floor. Fleeing from these realities we shun, Step by step, we begin to run. Now, my dear, for the day has come. To begin our journey toward the sun We'll travel it together, You and I this trail of despair and hope, of tears and mirth, this trail of time. One day, Someday, Perfectly. We will fly.

habit

Habit. It's the things we do. It's the places we go. It's in the people we see. It can be found in our angels, as well as our demons. It's who we are, it's where we're from. It shapes who we will be. We are all creatures of habit.

I met him at the market. He was no Prince Charming, with a face covered with pockmarks and scars of his past. But when he smiled, I loved him anyway.

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“I met him at the market. He was no Prince Charming, with a face covered with pockmarks and scars of his past. But when he smiled, I loved him anyway.”

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