I love you,too, Garrett. But sometimes love isn't enough.

Yet I have come to believe that while the past is unchangeable, our perceptions of is are malleable.

I think of you, I dream of you, I conjure you up when I need you most. This is all I can do, but to me it isn't enough. It will never be enough, this I know; yet what else is there for me to do? If you were here, you would tell me, but I have been cheated of even that. You always knew the proper words to ease the pain I felt. You always knew how to make me feel good inside.

And maybe, just maybe, it will.

Wait. Let me guess. You’re giving me the cold shoulder, right?” With that, she sighed. “Shouldn’t you be with your friends, staring at yourselves in the mirror?” He laughed. “That’s funny. I’ll have to remember that.” “I’m not being funny. I’m being serious.” “Oh, because we’re so good-looking

As hard as it was, as terrible and unfair as the way things turned out, i wouldn't have traded the few days i spent with him for anything

I suppose I'm most influenced by any good, commercial writer. I learn from everyone.