Opening yourself up to making mistakes and being vulnerable is what makes it beautiful and special with the person you love.

I'm the one who got hit by that car, not you,' I tell him. 'Don't act like you're the victim here. You made choices I didn't ask you to make. I'm not sure anyone asked you to make them.' I'm screaming the words, not caring that the entire world can probably hear me. 'You think I like limping everywhere I go? I don't. I'm the victim! Be honest with me! You didn't care about me enough to trust me. I gave you my heart, but it wasn't enough.

He has eyes so expressive they give a hint to more than what he portrays. He’s dedicated to his friends, family, and even his motorcyle. He touched me as if I were made of glass. He kissed me as if he’d savor it for the rest of his life.

I'm ready for that adrenaline rush...with you.

I don't play games with people's lives like you do.

Is anyone human actually normal? I'm beginning to think being normal is actually abnormal.

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.