The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it.

Whatever you choose for your stationery is your favorite color because it's where you pour your heart out.

It is a picture postcard lost for eight decades in the mail.

What we think is ethical today, we may not have thought ethical five or 10 years ago. Cloning, stem cell research? However we feel about those things today, we may feel differently 10 years from now.

If one can't be trusted in love, one can't be trusted in anything. Some things can't be forgiven.

I felt something wet trickle down the side of my face. I reached up and swiped the salty wetness away.
How quaint.
How very quaint.
Like believing some things last forever.
A tear. As if that could make a difference.