And even if she says no, and really means yes, then quite frankly she's playing games and isn't worth the price of dinner.

I don't think we should base so much on weight, muscles, and a good hair day, but when it happens, it's nice. It really is.

Then, I turned around and walked to my room and closed my door and put my head under my pillow and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.

I remembered this one time that I never told anybody about. The time we were walking. Just the three of us. I was in the middle. I don't remember where we were walking to or where we were walking from. I just remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere

Maybe it’s sad that these are now memories. And maybe it’s not sad.

If the advice is simply to respect yourself and follow the path that you want to follow, that would be the best advice I could ever pass on.

Calls her beautiful, but she cannot hear.