The world would be a better place if everyone had to fix what they broke.
The difference between you and me is that I know the power of my words, and choose not to hurt you with them.
The heart and soul run their own show…
Considering the situation, I probably Love you too much.. Miss you too much..
Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You must fight for it, strive for it, and insist upon it.
My past has not defined me, destroyed me, deterred me, or defeated me; it has only strengthened me.
Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.
When you start to wonder if you can trust someone, that is when you know you already don’t.
Let me hold your hand and feel how it all falls into its rightful place…