Melissa Remo

But when I say “nothing,” I really mean “everything.”

Wait for the guy who sees you: not for what you do or what you look like, but for who you are inside.

When you feel like you’re waiting for something that will never happen, you’re screaming at the top of your lungs but no one hears you.

They know you better than you know yourself. They understand your side of the story and they feel for you when you’re hurt.

I never realized what this could actually turn into, but when does anyone ever know, right?