To the reader who has been hurt by words. You are not defined by anyone but yourself. No words can take away your happiness except you. Love yourself and others will too.
In his arms, I feel safe. It’s like I have finally found somewhere I belong.
Would you do it differently if you could, now that you know how it ends?
Things worth having don’t come easy... You have to fight for it until you’re tired of fighting, and then you take a breather and fight some more... Don’t give up. You’ll regret it.
I’ll be waiting. I’ll wait forever if I have to.
Curiosity killed the kitty.
Even if this woman found a way to destroy an already broken man, I would never regret it. Some moments were worth losing your soul over.
I’d make a mark on this world and in return, this world would mark me too. I’d clutch on with both hands and enjoy the ride and see what happened in time. Daddy always said it wasn’t the destination, but the journey, that’s what mattered. My journey was about to begin. Or had it begun already?
I wasn’t one to make promises. What I knew of promises was that they were easily broken.
My world and what I’d known of it had just been blown to a million pieces.
Watching her eased my mind. Even from afar she was enough to help me breathe. I was becoming dependent on a girl I hardly knew.
Remember she’s fragile. Don’t break her.” He didn’t know how wrong he was. Maggie was one of the strongest people I knew.
I want to mean to you what you mean to me.” That wasn’t an “i love you,” but it was close enough.
To the reader who has lost a dream. Life often changes courses, and you can choose to give up or find a new path with an even brighter future.
Impressive. A female with enough nerve to admit she can be wrong, apologize, and offer to rectify the situation.
I was really doing this. Letting go of what was safe and taking the first move in finding my place in the world.
Tragedy strikes us all at one point in our life. People make mistakes, and some are lucky enough to walk away without lasting marks, while others live a lifetime with the choice they made.
Fate is what we make of it. We can let it happen or we can manipulate it. Sometimes you just gotta listen to your gut, take fate’s handlebars and steer.
How often the line fades that stands between love and hate.
It’s not the demons you should fear, it’s the Devil who is charming.