I wish I were worthy of his love. (Any love.)I should tell him to run. But I can't. I need him.

Then I said it. He said it too. I love you. And everything that went before meant nothing.

But hey, I'm not exactly sold on the idea that love is, in fact, real. Will it find me one day, overtake me, infiltrate my life like sunlight snakes through the cold of morning? Can love thaw me? will it ever?

Love is Chocolate The unprocessed kind. Dark. Bitter. But always with the promise of sweet perfection. All it takes is sugar- that certain someone's kiss, flavored with possibility. If Dani has taught me anything, it's that life is brimming with possibilities. Every single day brings choices.

No one teaches you how to walk away from someone who you know loves you. NO one teaches you how to say good-bye.

You can’t walk away from someone you love, leave them drowning in your desertion. If love has no more meaning than that, you can keep it. I don’t want it now or ever again. Don’t want to hear the word or wear its scars.

Whatever has happened in someone's past, the future is theirs to shape. The first step is to find a way out.