I try to keep the happy memories. If that's what you call selective memories, I'm good with that.

My life wasn’t how I planned it would be. It wasn’t even close. It was a thousand times better.

Black absorbs all color, accepts them, takes them into it and let them define it. Gray isn't anything but itself. It absorbs nothing but itself.

Jude wasn't just my first love. He was my forever love.

I can forgive a man’s past faults, his present shortcomings, and his future failures if every minute of every day he loves me like it’s his religion.

Caring for someone is scary, because you both know how it feels to lose someone in the span of a heartbeat.

Every morning we get a chance to be different. A chance to change. A chance to be better. Your past is your past. Leave it there. Get on with the future part, honey.