And if I'm not forgiven, then at least I'm understood.
There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? You've ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I can't say any of that.
I recognized that the kiss was a door I had walked through.
Sacrifice, that's what we do for the people we love.
In the middle of L.A.'s sunny non-winter, I need to sit in a dark closet to feel right.
It's just one day, one twenty-four-hour period to get yourself through. - Adam