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.

He never gives up on who I am or who I could be. He doesn't run away when things get complicated.

Love is never guaranteed. Love is a risk we take because we hope it will make us happy.

Maybe there is no one perfect person and anyone you end up with will eventually make you think there’s someone better out there.

But the thought of moving on from something I never had is depressing.

My hair is so scary that if you saw it walking down the street, you'd cross to the other side. This humidity is not helping. It's just an excuse for my hair to let its frizz flag fly.

I’ve already lived through the worst time of my life. So I know that whatever happens to me from now on, nothing will ever be as bad as it was back then. That makes me happy.