It's what you can bare.
There it is. No one's going to forgive me.
It was death. I chose life.
To look life in the face.
Always to look life in the face.
And to know it.
For what it is.
At last. To know it. To love it.
For what it is.
And then... To put it away.
What does it mean to regret, when you have no choice?
Love is all
"No one told me there are different kinds of love. The kind that starts big and slowly wears away. That seams you will never use it up, and one day it is finished.
Then there is the kind that you do not notice at first, but which adds a little bit to itself, like an oyster makes a pearl. Grain by grain. A jewel from the sand. That is the kind I have come to know."
Love is All, by Kim Longinotto
