We can’t help who we love. Love isn’t logical, or even our choice. Love chooses us.

Sometimes in the midst of all your boy drama, you just need a cupcake.

It’s interesting how you can know someone for a long time, and then one day you just see them in this whole different way.

She's not going to let go until she sees for herself that there's nothing left to hold on to.

You can overcome your fears, you cange change, you can make life into what you've always wanted it to be. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon. So hang in.

Physical attraction that strong is addictive. And knowing that kind of magic isn’t just a fantasy makes me want to find it again. But what about being with someone who makes me a better person? What about sharing my life with someone who adores me as much as I adore him, whom I can always count on, who helps me find my way when I’m lost?

Maybe but... if being impulsive means ruining other people's lives, then maybe I should just stay the same.