I'd like to cry now. Don't know how.

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

Why doesn't love come with an owner's manual?

Words have power. The power to soothe. The power to skewer someone through the heart. The power to render someone speechless.

How can I explain purposely setting foot on a path so blatantly treacherous? Was the fun in the fall?

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.

Grandma once told me it's easy to overthink love, to dissect it and question it until it is no more.