So far, I had a solid collection of my honest opinions.
Do you think, that I could still call you 'my dear'?
Live your life. Be happy as you can be, let go of the things that don't matter, and fight.
Accepting help is its own kind of strength.
America Singer, you get back here." He ran in front of me, wrapping an arm around my waist as we stood, chest to chest. "Tell me," he whispered. I pinched my lips together. "Fine, then I shall have to rely on other means of communication." Without any warning, he kissed me.
It wasn’t like I made his world better. It was like I was his world. It wasn’t some explosion; it wasn’t fireworks. It was a fire, burning slowly from the inside out.