Now you are no longer a giggling child, smiling at whoever comes along. You are a woman with power. Learn to control your smile, and you can control what men will think about you.
I understand that you are still grieving. But we will always be grieving.
Things change, and not always for the better.
You'll know if he loves you by how long he's willing to fight.
And when that time comes, let's hope your friends outnumber your enemies.
These will be my last moments of peace. . . . From now on, my love. . . will bring nothing but chaos.