Bossman

“I think it took me this long to realize what moving on meant. It doesn’t mean forgetting what you’ve left behind. It means making her a memory and deciding to have a future without her in it.”

“I played the mother who was dying of tuberculosis. You had your nose in a crossword puzzle the entire time.”

Oh. That play. “I might have missed some of that one. In my defense, I had just found crassword puzzles. Come on…three-letter word for something that goes in dry and hard, but comes out wet and soft? I was busy counting the letters in dick, cock, pecker, and prick a dozen times each before figuring out the answer was gum.”

“You’re such a perv.”

I gave her a chaste kiss. “Where are we going for dinner, Chip?”

. A man’s choices are his own

. I didn’t care if I died of asphyxiation—I’d die deliriously happy.

Fear does not stop death. It stops life

That’s not being afraid. Being afraid is when you let fear control your life, let it stop you from doing what you want. When you’re afraid, but you look your fear in the eye and live, that’s courageous.

Even at the end of the darkest night, the sun will rise again.

Don’t focus on the what ifs. Focus on what is.

Hope. It’s an amazing thing. It grows inside of you like a vine and wraps around your heart, making it warm.