A picture is worth a thousand texts.
Bonds are like rules, they're meant to be broken.
It was maddening how your best friend could twist the knobs inside of you so much that it hurt.
Now that she decided she knew exactly what she wanted –him- she couldn’t wait to break the news. And if he didn’t want her, she could live with that – what she wouldn’t be able to live with was if she never told him.
Maybe weakness is a strength of a kind.
Because love was not the answer to every question. Because real love meant sacrifice. Sometimes love means letting go.