We are not perfect. We make mistakes. We screw up but then we forgive and move forward.

I don't want to live the rest of my life thinking about you and dreaming of what might have been. Stay with me, Allie.

That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered.

I mean, if the relationship can't survive the long term, why on earth would it be worth my time and energy for the short term?

Gifts of the heart can't be claimed by anyone except the giver.

Love, I've come to understand, is more than three words mumbled before bedtime.

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