My dad used to tell me when he was angry, “I give you an inch and you steal a mile.” 

Oh Papa, you don’t know I want to take in every inch of the goddamn world and you can’t give it to me. I have to steal it for myself. 



How do you know that you made an impact on someone else’s life? 

I feel it in their actions. I feel it in their words. In the way they want to spend time with me, in the way they make time for me.

I’m scared that I love these people. And I’m more scared that they love me.