Something tells me that when you kiss a boy, it isn't a mistake

(Dawson's Creek)

He will miss you. In the dark of the night, he will awaken and reach for you. And he will miss you.

He had a soothing Southern drawl, that made me feel like a lady through it all...

I cannot be defeated...and I will not quit!

Saturday he loved me...someday he'll return...the crowd has already gathered...to watch his memory burn...something in me loves him...and only God knows why...

Forsaken by all I've fallen for...I rise and hear it scream...

Speaking to the atmosphere, no one is here, and I fall into myself...This truth drives me into madness...

I lay awake and try so hard not to think of you. But who can decide what they dream? And dream I do.

Elenor Roosevelt: "I once had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased with the description in the catalogue, 'no good in bed, but fine up against a wall' "

There are no facts...only interpretations...