I can't change what has happened in the past, Kaeleigh. I can only promise to make the future better.

Or might the soul clone itself, create a perfect imitation of something yet to be defined? In this way, can a reflection be altered?

Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?

Do you know how beautiful you are?' I shook my head 'I'm not. But you make me fell like I am.' I wanted to be beautiful. To him. For him. I didn't care how anybody else saw me. Only Ethan.

Would I ever find forever love? Do I really want to, when forever was a word without meaning?

Sometimes the little things in life mean the most.

The problem with resolutions is they're only as solid as the person making them.