Life is full of choices. We don't always make good ones.

...what good would it do to shutter your windows, never dream of rainbows or find hope in promises? Why choose to walk away rather than hold your ground and fight for love?

A Problem Is really just a solution in need of a reason to exist.

Love means holding on to someone just as hard as you can because if you don't, one blink and they might disappear...forever.

Always before, I just said no, left it solidly there. I waver now. I want to share everything with him. Want to know what he knows, feel what he feels, share the same space he's in.

God wasn't love, couldn't be love. Because for me, love was a corpse.

My happiest memories have no place in the past; they are those I have yet to create.