Beauty comes naturally, but it's hard to be stunning by accident.

Freedom is also about what you will allow yourself to do.

We found out a long time ago that we weren’t meant to fall in love with each other. But a part of me still fell in hope with him.

I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It's an infinite playlist.

But you have to figure that if it’s too hard to hang on, then maybe you should let go.

We hold hands as we walk through town. If anybody notices, nobody cares. I know we all like to think of the heart as the center of the body but at this moment, every conscious part of me is in the hand that he holds. It is through that hand, that feeling, that I experience everything else.

Are you going to be playing for the pure thrill of unreluctant desire?