When you love someone, you don't see parts of him you don't like.
What you had could never make up for what you'd lost.
Just because you didn't put a name to something did not mean it wasn't there.
Did you ever think that maybe what you see isn't really what's true?
Is it a crime when you love someone so much that you can't stand the thought of them changing? Is it a crime when you love someone so much that you can't see clearly?
My mother moves so fast I do not even see it coming. But she slaps my face hard enough to make my head snap backward. She leaves a print that stains me long after it’s faded. Just so you know: shame is five-fingered.