What’d I tell you about musicians? That bad boy type will only break your heart.

I know you aren't perfect. But it's a person's imperfections that make them perfect for someone else.

So what do I wish for? Something I'm not sure I want? Someone I'm not sure I need? Or someone I know I can't have?

Why is it that the right people never wind up together? Why are people so afraid to leave a relationship, even if they know it's a bad one?

A blank canvas...has unlimited possibilities.

I pull back, gasping for breath. Reeling. His breath is ragged, and I place my hands on his cheeks to steady him. "Is this okay?" I whisper. "Are you okay?" His reply is anguished. Honest. "I love you."

What’d I tell you about musicians? That bad boy type will only break your heart.