My whole life was about her, what if her whole life wasn’t all about me?

This is what I like about photographs. They're proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.

I used to pretend that I was just passing through this family on my way to my real one.

Lies were only as strong as the suckers that believed them.

Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white. It always came down to the strange, blended shades of grey.

You can believe something really hard,' Faith says, 'and still be wrong.

If you choose to be looking for something, you'd better be ready for whatever it is you are find. Because it may not be what you've been expecting.