Have you ever had a broken heart?
I miss the comfort in being sad.
There comes a point when a dream becomes reality and reality becomes a dream.
If you get old fashioned enough, you'll always be in style.
I couldn't get that same feeling during the day, with my hands in dirty dish water and the hard sun showing up the dirtiness on the roof tops. And after a time, even at night, the feeling of God didn't last.
I have learned that to have a good friend is the purest of all God's gifts, for it is a love that has no exchange of payment.