But it was like a dance across a field strewn with razors, and I bled with every step I took.
Just . . . love me, and let tomorrow look after itself.
I’m sick of asking questions everyone else already knows the answers to.
But courage wasn't an absence of fear; it was fighting despite the knot in your stomach.
I wanted proof, not promises.
He’s worth fighting for, but I won’t change who I am for any man. No more than he should alter himself to suit me.