If you listen to the wind very carefully, you'll be able to hear me whisper my love for you.
Accidents ambush the unsuspecting, often violently, just like love.
You'll swoop from incredible highs when you're just glad to be alive, to those lows when you wish you were dead. And just when you start thinking that you've accepted who you are, that changes, too. Because who you are is not permanent
Perhaps there are just some things you leave behind when you choose a new life.
Love is an action you must repeat ceaselessly.
If you cannot love the pain, you can at least love the lessons it teaches