You can accept a falling out that changes your plans, but it's hard to accept a betrayal that changes your memories.
Inner beauty, too, needs occasionally to be told it is beautiful.
Some say that true love is a mirage; seek it anyway, for all else is surely desert.
I complain that the years fly past, but then I look in a mirror and see that very few of them actually got past.
The best things in life are not only free, but the line is shorter.
Shall I redirect my life's journey because down some side road might be some trifle I'm entitled to?