He even told me that it was sad that he had to be sad.

He told me that he hates being sad,

but if he was just a bit more happy, he wouldn’t feel sad at all. A little happiness would
make it better and then he wouldn’t have to be sad anymore.

That makes me sad.

I told him that he doesn’t want to be sad.

I told him that he just wants

t’s time for us to start embracing our sadness and to share it with our loved ones. There is
always more to talk about than we can possibly talk about. Sharing our sadness allows
for greater understanding and for both sides to feel not as alone. There is someone who
can take our sadness from our hearts and talk about it with us, and we can take his
sadness from his heart and talk about it with him.

Dear Elizabeth left this world far too soon. Her body may be rotting in a cemetery, but her
spirit lives on.

"Please forgive me," Arnold said softly.

Laura reached over and put her hand on his knee. "For what? What could possibly be forgiven?"

"For being a man," Arnold said with a smile, knowing exactly what Laura meant.

she will not remember ever actually picking up the bag. Maybe the bag will remain out there in the
past, and the incident that she now recalls will be a mere sequence of events, a series of accidents, a
series of in-the-car accidents that she has only just now been released from, after she had passed out
in her car.

She wrote the title of the song down in her notebook. She didn't want to remember it.
She wanted to forget about it completely. Her story and words were temporary. But how
could she ever forget that song?

The poem made her smile. It was her favorite poem she had ever written. It was a poem
about leaving one's home, at one's own choice, to find someone who knows your song,
someone who loves you completely. She still remembered that night.