I love the way she survived. Survival looked good on her. She laughed at life. She did it gracefully. I wanted to thank her for surviving. And for her to know she had someone willing to stand with her too.
She stayed too long and that goes back to what she's always done. When there was a mess, she would clean it up. And I think that's one reason why she stayed as long as she did. It was so hard to admit that some things were too soiled to ever come clean.
I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in peoples eyes when they realise they're in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up. I love .