The only thing about myself I know for sure is that I don't know anything.

Happiness, you see, its just an illusion of Fate, a heavenly sleight of hand designed to make you believe in fairy tales. But there's no happily ever after. You'll only find happy endings in books. Some books.

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

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

Can a dream be wrong? Aren't dreams God's way of telling you things?

Red and raw like my heart, pried from your's, the two beating, no longer together, but a thousand miles between them when only yesterday they thumped in unison.

I only have have one question, scraping the inside of me. Answer it, and I will stumble back into her shadow, shut my mouth, never ask again. I've tried to ignore it, but it won't go away. It haunts my dreams, chases me through every single day, and I don't have the strength to turn around, face it down. So please tell me and I swear I'll never ask again. It's in your power to make it go away, and all you have to do is tell me why you love her more.