He has built a pedestal for her so tall that she is afraid to be lifted atop it, because to fall would mean certain death. But oh, she would rise far, far beyond fear and be held by arms so strong, and love so pure, that falling would not be an option.

Forgiveness isn’t my best thing. Easier staying pissed. But I’m tired of being pissed all the time. Tired of feeling hurt by stuff that can never be fixed because it is an indelible part of the past.

Happiness is a bull's-eye, awaiting arrows of pain.

‎Perfect? How can you define a word without concrete meaning?

I still care for you, you know.. That phrase again. Everyone cares for me. They just don't know how to love me.

How odd, to suddenly glimpse a facet of me I didn't know existed. I guess it really isn't all that unusual to surprise oneself with an ugly bit of ego.

The love of her life dissolved into dreams.