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.

You see yourself as very average, ordinary. And there is nothing ordinary about you, Rachel." (Something Borrowed)

This time, I whispered that I loved him too. Then, I silently listed all the reason: I loved him for his gentleness. I loved him for being an amazing catch yet still vulnerable enough to be insecure. But most of all, I loved him for loving me.

Then he asks if he can kiss me. It is a question I don’t usually like. Just do it, I always think.

I'm very open in terms of sharing bits about my life, but I think it's very easy to get a distorted sense of who anyone is through social media.

He threw in the towel before we were tested. Maybe because he didn't want to be tested. Maybe because he assumed we would fail. Maybe because, at the time, he just didn't love me enough.

Don't you wish we could pick the people we love?" "Yeah," I say. "Or just make the people we love want the same things we want.