If you let him go and he doesn't come back to you, he wasn't yours to begin with. It's a lesson learned in first grade

Paco Fuentes, " Mrs. Peterson says, pointing to the table behind Mary. The handsome young man with pale blue eyes like his mother's and smoky black hair like his father's takes his assigned seat.

It's the music that pulls me in and makes me forget about my problems at home. Music is my drug, the one thing that makes me numb.

But I know loving someone means losing a part of myself.

I'm not starting any fights. I might finish one though.

Something is happening. I sense a change in the wind…a mutual understanding of each other. I haven’t felt this way in forever.

Isn't that why we're put on this earth to begin with, to make it a better place? It's not a religious quest; it's a humanitarian one.