“‘I don’t want to lose you.’ His voice almost a whisper. Seeing his haggard expression, she took his hand and squeezed it, then reluctantly let it go. She could feel the tears again, and she fought them back. ‘But you don’t want to keep me, either, do you?’ To that, he had no response.”

.Truth.

“I may still not know what I want to be when I grow up, but I do know that someday I want to live in a house filled with my books and travel souvenirs. And the walls that aren’t covered in bookshelves will be covered with photos of my family and friends. When I leave the house I will be going to a job I love, and I’ll return to a person I love. So, that’s the dream I’m working on.”

“There is no such thing as the perfect soul mate. If you meet someone and you think they’re perfect, you better run as fast as you can in the other direction, ‘cause your soul mate is the person that pushes your buttons, pisses you off on a regular basis, and makes you face your shit.”

I walk with my dreams shoved deep in my pocket, unsure of where to put them, what to do with them. I don’t want to take them out in fear the wind might blow them away. I don’t want to put them in a safe place in case I forget where the safe place is. So I keep them shoved deep in my pocket and occasionally put my hand in to make sure they’re still there. I smile. I still have them with me.