No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater.

That first love. And the first one who breaks your heart. For me, they just happen to be the same person.

It's always very pure, that last moment before an ugly, unsettling truth hits someone. The most stark of before-and-afters.

I never really know what I'm going to write next until it comes to me. So we'll just have to see what happens.

Their words, like the music, had the potential to be endless.

And while it is hard enough to take away something that makes a person happy it's even more difficult when it seems like it's the only thing.

“Well," Isaid finally, knowing he was waiting, “you make me laugh.” He nodded. “And?” “You're pretty good-looking." ""Pretty good-looking? I called you beautiful." "You want to be beautiful?" I asked him. "Are you saying I'm not?"