So maybe we aren’t written in the stars.
I learned how easy it is to forget.
What nobody tells you is that when somebody stops loving you, you’re expected to stop loving them.
I meant to sell it earlier, but I wanted to save my money for cross-country plane tickets to see a man about my heart.
I want to get to the end of my life and know that I found the edges of what I could be and expanded it into more.
Finally, a resolution I don’t think I’ll have any trouble keeping.
Before you, I didn’t know how far I would go for love.
If you give your heart to a dog, it will be broken.
I want you to know that you didn’t break me. (It’s important to me that you know that you didn’t break me.)
There was no telling her she deserved better. She would lift her head high, jut her chin just so, and proclaim that nobody understood the depth of their love.