I want to try making things right because picking up the pieces is way better than leaving them the way they are.

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.

Does she realize she looks like a sunflower, ready to rain sunlight on all who look down upon her?

My brain tells me it will be better to just let him go. My heart... not so much.

A summer apart changes people.s

It'd be cool if God gave everyone a Do Over Day and you could yell "Do Over!" and the day would start new.

It's pure instinct that makes me rebel every time someone tries to control my life and hand out more rules.