Stephanie Walker

And I know you’re tired. I know you’re inches away from the edge and not sure how long you can convince yourself not to give in and fall. I understand. Believe me I do. But if you can survive this, you can survive anything. And you will.

I wonder how it’s possible to forget a face. I wonder how you can forget the sound of someone’s voice or the way they tasted against your lips, even though you swore to yourself you’d always remember.