Never accept evil as something you must walk with, something you deserve.

But then, my entire life is bullshit. The best things in it have vanished, ghosts. Ghosts I'll admit I created.

Have to Find ...life ...is ...a— ...gamble ...after ...all.

Now that I have opened that bottle of memories they're pouring out like wine, crimson and bittersweet.

This time when we kiss, I feel it in the pit of my stomach, I feel it in my heart. And I realize love isn't about sex. It's about connection.

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

The problem with falling in love is falling back out of it again, usually because you've fallen in love with a lie. That happens as often as not.