...I watch her so much that I forget it's raining at all.

He never leaves my side. And I know he never will.

But the heart has a mind of its own and it always gets what it wants, especially when it's dying.

Maybe you should get rid of me,” I whisper onto his lips. “Never,” he says, kissing me once softly. “You’re mine for as long as you breathe.

Ultimately, it's my choice and only my choice.

Heart always wins out over the mind. The heart, although reckless and suicidal and a masochist all on its own, always gets its way.

I have to live and make my own choices, my own mistakes. You have to let me be me, even if i suck at it sometimes." - Adria