My happy ending ended in tears.

I like cheese
may the cheese be with you.

I love you

I love him and he loves me, and the rest of the girls in the 8th grade.

When you asked her i asked myself if this was real, and when i found out it was lets just say she was sick for a while.

Love is... like a giant soft-baked chocolate chip cookie. Delicious and refreshing, at least until you get to the last bite where you say goodbye.

Hold on forever, because if you let go his arms will never hold you again.

Death is tragic but a lesson, now what have I learned?

The saddest part is that i can no longer cry because of you