It was one thing to sacrifice your own life for someone else's. It was another thing entirely to bring into the mix a third party - a third party who knew you, who trusted you implicitly.

I may not have a degree, but I certainly got an education.

I imagine the touch of someone who loves you so much, he cannot bear to watch you sleep; and so you wake up with his hand on your heart.

Nowadays, I dont have expectations, and this way she beats them all.

No one gets to start where they left off; it just doesn't work that way.

When you love someone, you don't see parts of him you don't like.

Even though it hurt, there are kinds of pain you couldn't speak out loud.