It's not what you are. It's what you do.
Age is just a number baby, what are you now? 40?
When he left, you spent all your energy holding on to him. You could be happy if you let go.
It's not the end. It's the beginning.
I watched her, waiting. She smiled. Her lips curved up and the edges, and her chocolate eyes warmed. I’d just admitted to stalking her, and she was smiling.
Que Quowle" -stay with me forever-