You'll know if he loves you by how long he's willing to fight.
I always thought the purpose of time was to move forward, not backward.
This is how memories are; what seems so clear and unforgettable at one moment vanishes like steam the next.
I wonder if our names determine our destiny, or if destiny leads us to choose certain names.
Things change, and not always for the better.
I don't think unhappiness is fated.