We believe what we want to, what we need to. The corollary is that we choose not to see what we'd rather pretend doesn't exist.

If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?

Once upon a time there was a girl who wanted to put her fist through a mirror. She would tell everyone it was so that she could see what was on the other side, but really, it was so that she wouldn't have to look at herself. That, and because she thought she might be able to steal a piece of glass when no one was looking, and use it to carve her heart out of her chest.

By definition, love made you better than good enough; it redefined perfection to include your traits, instead of excluding them.

Stem cell research has become such a polarizing issue in America... and I wanted to bring it down to the personal level, instead of the political.

Traveling is all very well and good as long as you knew there is a place or person you can call home

What if love wasn't the act of finding what you were missing but the give-and-take that made you both match?