I have this theory: If you forgive someone, they can't hurt you anymore.
... he was juggling issues and solving problems, which was why his brain had no space left for memories.
I can safely conclude that we are single because we want to be.
Sometimes I want to be on 'The Real Housewives of New York.' I want to remind them to figure out how to get along and support each other.
Who am I supposed to be again? Just be yourself. But who am I?
Some people are settling down, some people are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less than butterflies.