Change isn't always for the best.

because everybody lies. It's part of living in society .

It would be like describing colors to someone blind from birth: The words might be understood, but the concept would remain mysterious and private.

I knew it wasn't fair, I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help it. And after a while, the anger I felt just sort of became part of me, like it was the only way I knew how to handle the grief. I didn't like who I'd become, but I was stuck in this horrible cycle of questions and blame.

Sometimes you have to be apart from people you love, but that doesn't make you love them any less. Sometimes you love them more.

Romance is thinking about your significant other, when you are supposed to be thinking about something else.

I tell myself that I know you, and then when I think about it, I realize that I don't.