Constellations shine with light that was emitted aeons ago, and I wait for something to come to me, words that a poet might use to illuminate life's mysteries. But there is nothing.

Me. A bad boy. For eating boiled peanuts in the graveyard. Go figure.

I can’t make this decision for you…this one’s yours. I want you to know, though, that I love you. And I always will. I know that doesn’t help, but it’s all I can do.

He put his arms around her. “Well, in my defense, then, whatever I did seemed to work, didn't it?” She sighed. “I suppose.” “You suppose?” “What do you want? A medal?” “For starters. A trophy would be nice, too.” She smiled. “What do you think you're holding right now?

I may be irresponsible but I am a good irresponsible.

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

Did you ever realize you have more opinions about my life than your own life?