Let's go back, back to the Beginning.

I pop gum. My parents get so annoyed with me. I know my dad wishes he never taught me how to do that.

You're so convinced you'll disappoint people if you show them that you're not perfect. You don't realize you are perfect. Your imperfections are what make you perfect. They make you you. That's what people love. It's what I love too.

What is meant to be, will always find its way. And when your down and feeling alone, just wanna run away, trust yourself and don't give up. You know you better than anyone else.

It was moving, but so absurd that I nearly laughed out loud. I imagined a new line of Hallmark cards: "Thank you for not killing my boyfriend, even if it risks killing you.

The eyes are the windows to the soul

Pleased to meet you." Sage said, offering his hand. "The pleasure is all mine," Rayna Purred. "Unless ofcourse, it's all Clea's which is even better." Sage smiled and might have even blushed a bit, which was highly entertaining.