If you live in each other's pockets long enough, you're related.

There was a fine line between love and hate you heard that cliche all the time. But no one told you that the moment you crossed it would be the one you least expected. You'd fall in love and crack open a secret door to let your soul mate in. You just never expected such closeness one day to feel like an intrusion.

Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.

People change, but only if you give them room to do it.

God doesn't give people burdens they can't handle.

There are just as many stories to be told in the dark spots s there are in the bright ones.

Maybe knowing where you belong is not equal to knowing who you are.