Her signature was there on the page, yet it was written in the ink of her soul, for when she made a commitment to her lover he became a part of her as much as a necessary extra heart.
Kindness was his signature move and there was nothing sexier than that.
Everything I did in this life, the good and the bad, the stuff I'm proud of and the stuff nobody could ever be proud of, it is all my signature. I own it all and no other should carry burdens that rightfully belong to me. I pray that with heaven's wisdom, by the end of my days the good will be so vast that the bad is so diluted as not to matter any longer.
So many write their heaven-given name with such a scribble that I wonder if they feel they should have done more with their talents to earn such an honour. Perhaps there is a sign for all of us in that.