You'll know if he loves you by how long he's willing to fight.
What I think and what Iam prepared to say are entirely different things.
I'm not staring. I'm observing. . . . And what do you observe? . . . A brave young woman who has always fought for what was right, even when it was unpopular.
This is how memories are; what seems so clear and unforgettable at one moment vanishes like steam the next.
I always thought the purpose of time was to move forward, not backward.
You want it to feel like a surprise. You want to keep him guessing whether he'll make you smile entirely so that when you do, he will feel like he's been given a gift.