Everything is so fragile. There’s so much conflict, so much pain… you keep waiting for the dust to settle and then you realize this it; the dust is your life going on. If happy comes along—the unbearable delight that’s actual happy—I think you have to grab it while you can. You take what you can get, ‘cause it’s here, and then… gone.
“And I was just a geeky gangly, barely teenager—struggling to pay attention to this exotic, beautiful woman talking to me—-when all I could think about was the “God” that was sitting at the counter. In retrospect, the first glimmer of a school girl crush on the tall handsome stranger. That may have been the last “normal” instant of my life.” - Kitty.