“The voice sang on, “I am ready, I am ready, I am fine. I am fine, I am fine, I am fine.”… — Kimberly Novosel Copy Share Image
“I threw his framed picture off my balcony just to hear my heart break.” — Kimberly Novosel Copy Share Image
“I decided I would fill the emptiness in me with God and with paint.” — Kimberly Novosel Copy Share Image
“I wrote. I wrote all the things I couldn’t say to him. I wrote about how much I believed in us. I… — Kimberly Novosel Copy Share Image
“Unfortunately, he still hadn’t asked for my number, or a date, or my hand in marriage, and my drink was getting low.” — Kimberly Novosel Copy Share
“On day one of the drive, I saw my first dome sky. The world was so flat that I could see the level horizon… — Kimberly Novosel Copy Share
“Even though I always came back, he said he was always watching me leave.” — Kimberly Novosel Copy Share
“I remembered learning from my favorite professor at Belmont to “surround yourself with people who are better than you,” and I was now living… — Kimberly Novosel Copy Share
“The voice sang on, “I am ready, I am ready, I am fine. I am fine, I am fine, I am fine.” I played… — Kimberly Novosel Copy Share
“I used to cover my windows in heavy curtains, never drawn. Now I danced in the sunlight on my hardwood floors.” — Kimberly Novosel Copy Share
“I didn’t answer. We were not buddies. We could not chat about the proximity of our offices, or football, or forgiveness.” — Kimberly Novosel Copy Share
“I thought about how the past can become so small. An entire day, 24 separate, heavy hours, becomes the size of a tiny brown… — Kimberly Novosel Copy Share
“Each guy stamped the passport of my heart. “You’re worthy.” Stamp. “You’re enough.” “You have not failed completely.” Stamp, stamp.” — Kimberly Novosel Copy Share
“I threw his framed picture off my balcony just to hear my heart break.” — Kimberly Novosel Copy Share
“I told him I had once lost everything I had, too, and that I think that can be God’s way of building walls around… — Kimberly Novosel Copy Share
“I tucked the Camel coupon from his cigarette pack into my pocket. A souvenir of the moment where he said maybe. I would hold… — Kimberly Novosel Copy Share
