New friends can often have a better time together than old friends.

So we'll just let things take their course, and never be sorry.

Her beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains.

I’m thirty,” I said. “I’m five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor

Experience is the name so many people give to their mistakes.

And in the end, we were all just humans...Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses