You can love someone you mistrust.

A son is a son 'til he gets a wife, but a daughter is a daughter all her life.

but i am content to live in the moment, and allow myself the daily pleasure of obsessing. nothing lasts forever, i tell myself. especially the good stuff. although typically you aren't faced with a hard deadline

I remember that my mother once told me that the opposite of love isn't hate, it's indifference.

But now I can see that there is redemption and beauty in an accident emanating from love.

Hush little baby, Dont you cry, Dont cut your arms, Dont say goodbye. Put down that razor, Put down that light, It maybe hard but, You'll win this fight.

I've always been intrigued by the power of secrets. When is it justifiable to keep them from the ones we love? And does keeping them irrevocably change who we are?