We didn't talk about our scars, the ones you could see and the ones you couldn't.

You bought me some forks. And knives. And spoons. Because you love me!

If this was my forever, I wouldn't want to spend it here.

You want me to give her a key?" the guy asked. "I want you to give her a possibility," she told him, looking at my necklace again. "And that's what a key represents. An open door, a chance. You know?

I'd known enough people for every minute of the day, and yet still didn't have anyone as my two a.m.

If things don't work out the way you want, hold your head up high and be proud. And try again. And again. And again!

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.