I think maybe the most frustrating feeling in the world is to have something to say buy not know how to put it into words. To have lived through something but not be able to get it out of you before it festers.

Did you know...you make me so happy that sometimes I actually forget to breath? I'll be looking at you, and my chest will get so tight...and it's like, the only thought in my head is how much I want to reach over and kiss you.

Maybe we had just gotten too used to being alone-- and maybe that needed to change.

Try to imagine where we'd be without you, darlin', and then maybe you'll see just how lucky we got.

I was just an okay person.

Sometimes you're the one speeding along in a panic, doing too much, not paying attention, wrecking things you don't mean to. And sometimes life just happens to you, and you can't dodge it. It crashes into you because it wants to see what you're made of.

Breathing him in wasn't enough, I wanted to inhale him. The leather, the smoke, the sweetness.