I wish the friendship were as simple to repair as the ring.

There will be no home for me.  I loved too much in too many places, too young to understand my heart would eventually break trying to accommodate the distance.  And yet, love is such a strange thing, even though it hurts terribly to never and always be home, I cannot make myself regret.

Another chapter closed while my mind was turned and now I stare at the next blank page thinking, “How did we get here so quickly?”

Fall is coming and myself, my knitting bag, my pen, and my heart are ready.  I think.