Sunday, January 3, 2010


Today my heart hurts from all the loving this place has so easily pulled out of me. Loving when there is an end in sight hurts the worst. Still, I wouldn't have loved less and I wouldn't wish anything different. I'm ever grateful for the faces, the places, and each gust of wind; for all I've received, and the ways I've learned to give.

Besides, I don't really believe in endings. Not the hopeless kind.