To The Grave

by Caitlin Moss

“Remember the snow globe though?” His forehead is etched with a desperate plea. I narrow my eyes and nod. “Yes, sometimes we need to shake things up to see how it will settle because, more often than not, the next time it lands, it’s even more beautiful than before.”

sometimes we think we can pack our wounds with lies and let the stitches heal over the top. But really, lies are like splinters. Even if no one else can see them, we know they’re there. And if we touch them, they sting.

“No one is entirely worthy of any love. We don’t deserve it. It’s not something we’re guaranteed. Love is simply a gift. It’s something you give and it’s something you receive. Even when you’ve

turn your back from it, love—real love—will always come back.”

blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.’ Meaning:

the relationships we choose matter more than the ones we’re born into.”

“Sometimes beginnings look a lot like endings.”

“And sometimes beginnings hurt like hell,”

No one knows you like your friends, your chosen family. There’s transparency that exists in true friendship. An honesty. A genuine love. Why else would we choose to spend time with someone over and over again? They know our opinions and frustrations. Our struggles and our dreams. They know how we love and often, know exactly what we like. Women are complex. Not complicated—don’t misunderstand. We have layers and depths we share in pieces with the world. We hide things too. Not to be secretive but to protect those we love most. I