Even knowing, as I do now, that grace, power, and, yes, love can hide the darkest elements of the human heart, I would do it all again.
I wish for a life so brave, so unpredictable, so full of unexpected joys and unforgettable love that no box could possibly contain all my memories. 
The burst of love I felt for her spread through me like blue paint turning red to purple.
Heartache, guilt, loss, grief, these things, too, are monsters.
Even with her red-rimmed eyes she was the reason artists painted portraits.
But if love can be funny and capricious, it can also be strong enough to seem like a sign of insanity. 