I told her about the man, not my daddy, she said, He was only making you into a real girl. I didn’t understand. But I made myself believe her. I was a real girl now. But what was I before?
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You’ll only find happy endings in books. Some books.
Every high has an equal, measurable low.
Freedom is a double-edged ideal, because true freedom comes without the protection of laws that also enslave us by defining us – female, male; Christian, Islamic; good, evil. All at the whim of a frail minority.
Was the fun in the fall?
As I thought about that, I had to wonder: What will we know better about tomorrow? Who cares? Hindsight is useless.
I know I can’t stay here forever.
When all choice is taken from you, life becomes a game of survival.
Love is more than blind. It’s brain-dead.
Forever made that kiss stand out in my mind, touch my heart, make me remember a kiss so tender.
You can’t walk away from someone you love, leave them drowning in your desertion. If love has no more meaning than that, you can keep it. I don’t want it now or ever again. Don’t want to hear the word or wear its scars.
Red and raw like my heart, pried from your’s, the two beating, no longer together, but a thousand miles between them when only yesterday they thumped in unison.
You gotta be crazy to open your windows, invite the demons in.
The problem with falling in love is falling back out of it again, usually because you’ve fallen in love with a lie. That happens as often as not.
A best friend is your voice when you can’t find it.
It wasn’t my first kiss, maybe it wasn’t my best kiss, but it was pretty fine, and the fact that he had asked will forever make that kiss stand out in my mind, touch my heart, make me remember a kiss so tender it made me cry.
She’s incredible, not that she’s perfect. But you once said imperfections create character.
Sorry. But I don’t need some money-grubbing preacher defining my relationship with God.
I whisper and you close your eyes. I speak and you turn away. If I scream, will you finally hear me beg you to hold me close to you, promise you’ll never let go?