Unconditional love is like a contry of two with no laws and no government. Which is all fine if everyone is peaceful and law abiding. In the wrong hands, though, you got looting and crime sprees, and let me tell you, the people who demand unconditional love are usually the ones who will rob and pillage and then blame you because you left your door unlocked.

... But then again, a person could turn ugly. Their actual look could change when their actions were repulsive.

Sometimes you think you've found love, when it's really just one of those objects that are shiny in a certain light--a trophy, say, or a ring, or a diamond, even. Glass shards, maybe. You've got to be careful, you do. The shine can blind you. The edges can cut you in way you never imagined. It is up to you to allow that or not.

A drop of poison on that gathering snow. That moment in the fairy tale when we know what just happened but the princess doesn’t.

I know parental embarrassment usually stops somewhere at fifteen, but he just kept on giving me good reasons.

Ive never met a popcorn ball I didnt like.

Maybe some people just had trouble with forever.