I'm so sorry for loving you, I'm so sorry.... But it was such a wonderful dream, my love, such a wonderful dream.

you're the liar" - Mimi Force

Memories were moving pictures in which meaning was constantly in flux. They were stories people told themselves.

A picture is worth a thousand texts.

A promise, a bond, a joy, a love for the ages, for the history books.…But what was love but pain?

It was maddening how your best friend could twist the knobs inside of you so much that it hurt.

One minute you could be getting a smoke in the alley on the Lower East Side with your friends, having drinks and dancing on tables in a popular nightclub. And the next minute, you could be dead.