We were golden … until we weren’t. Kevin Luby, A Life Short & Loud
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
Maybe there aren’t any such things as good friends or bad friends — maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you’re hurt and who help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they’re always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for …
The big things in life do not present themselves as such. They come in the quiet, ordinary moments … they come when we are not looking. Rachel Joyce