It's funny how many ways there are to hurt people. As many ways to hurt as there are species of flower. Whole bouquets of hurt.
I am empty space, and I am the light that illuminates that space. 
We are always told that honesty and truth are the shining ideals. But sometimes the truth could be used as a punishment.
Sometimes you hide away a memory because it is so precious that you don't want to dilute it with the attempt to recount it. 
They could hurt you," I insisted. "Not on purpose. They're just teenagers. We'll be like that too one day.
