I didn't trot my pain out to show around. I kept it better hidden than anyone. I did.

Some things don't last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there.

Friends are honest with each other. Even if the truth hurts. -Maggie

I just do the best I can under the circumstances.

If what you're asking is how I debated whether or not to love her the answer is I didn't. Not at all. It just happened. I didn't ever question it; by the time I realized what was happening, it was already done.

You know, feeling and action are always linked, one can't exist without the other. It's sort of a hippie thing.

Because anyone that can make you feel that bad about yourself is toxic.