Who I am, and what I am capable of doing has always managed to surprise me.

When you care more if someone else lives than you do about yourself- is that what [love is]?

I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.

I don't know what he means by that, but I nod and smile at him. You'd be surprised at how far that response can get you in a conversation where you are completely confused.

Anger, though, is too fierce a flame to last for long, and when it burned out, I was left numb and wondering.

Nobody wants to admit to this, but bad things will keep on happening. Maybe that's beause it's all a chain, and a long time ago someone did the first bad thing, and that led someone else to do another bad thing, and so on. You know, like that game where you whisper a sentence into someone's ear, and that person whispers it to someone else, and it all comes out wrong in the end. But then again, maybe bad things happen because it's the only way we can keep remembering what good is supposed to look like.

Isn’t that what true romance is supposed to be about? Finding the person who’s your soul mate. Someone you dream about at night.Someone whose name is on your lips when you wake up in the morning.