Sometimes we get our hearts broken, only to have the right person come along to mend them.

I don't use a crap camera, I don't eat junk, and I'm not going to a dance where the boys are bores

It's the secret to happiness, you know. Only take what you need.

The intimacy. The deepest level of love. The knowledge that someone understands you, is rooting for you, is sharing your life.

A handwritten letter carries a lot of risk. It's a one-sided conversation that reveals the truth of the writer. Furthermore, the writer is not there to see the reaction of the person he writes to, so there's a great unknown to the process that requires a leap of faith. The writer has to choose the right words to express his sentences, and then, once he has sealed the envelope, he has to place those thoughts in the hands of someone else, trusting that the feelings will be delivered, and that the recipient will understand the writer's intent. How childish to think that could be easy.

We hang out, we help one another, we tell one another our worst fears and biggest secrets, and then just like real sisters, we listen and don't judge.

I like it when my mother smiles. And I especially like it when I make her smile.