I miss you all the time, even when we’re together.
It was a stark realization that no matter how much you love someone, you can still do despicable things to them.
You either let it consume you and you become who others think you are, or you fight it with everything in you.
I’m so happy you’re happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you. But I will say, nothing beats knowing I’m the one you get to be happy with now.
Samson makes me wonder if there’s a difference between a liar and a person who tells lies to protect someone from the truth.
Happiness looks good on you, Kenna.
Because most of the time, the fun you have that leads to the pain is worth the pain.
It’s hard not to grow bitter when you spend so much time alone.
I want her so much I’ll be the Romeo to her Juliet and take whatever the hell kind of poison she wants to put on my tongue right now.
Sometimes, when I look at Layla, I wish she were Willow.
If there’s one thing I learned from Samson this summer, it’s that holding everything in accomplishes nothing. It just causes the truth to hurt even worse in the end.
Everyone wanted justice, and sadly, justice and empathy couldn’t both fit inside that courtroom.
I may not be perfect, but I don’t deserve to fear for my life every time I make a mistake.
It’s also strange thinking you know someone but then later realizing maybe you didn’t know them at all.
I’m going to be so good to your girls, Scotty. I promise.
Sometimes when you hate someone enough, you can’t help but lie awake in bed at night, wondering what life would be like if that person were dead.
Minutes feel like they matter more when they’re spent with her.
There’s no better feeling than being loved for who you are rather than for what you’re worth.
I can’t be the Band-Aid for her wounds. I need to be what helps them heal.
Sharing a kiss that intimate with a stranger was like saying, “I don’t know you, but I believe I would like you if I did.