Holding onto something that's gone only makes a sickness inside.
Why are you always smiling? What do you know?
There's no reward without work, no victory without effort, no battle won without risk.
love wasn't the soft, silky words the poets spoke of. Love,with it's twin edges, was the one factor that weakened so many women, that pushed them to compromised their own wants, their own needs for the needs and wants of another.
Love didn't run on logic. It didn't follow neat lines or a list of priorities.
I need to write to be happy.