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

Detailed descriptions, abstract ambitions, relevant observations, your's and mine.

Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?

I nod, because I do understand. I'm just not sure how to go about divorcing myself from the evil I've already accepted.

I think parents should know what their children are reading, and if they truly object, they should tell their kids why, rather than summarily removing a book from their possession.

We kissed for about the thousandth time, No promises, no demands, Just solid rebuilding of shattered trust.

Forever has no meaning when you're living in the moment. I wasn't ready for that moment to end.