Soundlessly whispering into the void, my lips moving quickly, silently, without ceasing. Calling his name, calling him to me. Even though there's no use. Even though it's futile. Even though it's way past too late.

We meet the people we’re supposed to when the time is just right.

What we think about, what we concentrate on, will always, always, be reflected on the outside.

Whenever I look at me, all i see are things I'd like to change. Whenever Damon looks at me, all he sees is a glorious gift from the universe somewhere in the middle lies the truth.

I love you," I whisper. "And I love you." He smiles, his lips seeking mine. "Always have. Always will.

Today's worries are yesterday's fears and tomorrow's stories.

Forgiveness is healing—everything is energy—thoughts create—we are all connected—what you resist persists—true love never dies—the soul’s immortality is the only true immortality—