Pulling down her long sleeves. . . to cover all the memories the scars leave. . .

Love isn't about finding a perfect person. . .It's about seeing an imperfect person perfectly.

It's not about being what everyone else wants you to be; it's about being yourself and finding someone who loves every bit of it.

So many guys. . .So little time. . .I found the right one, but he'll never be mine. . .

Love is giving him the ability to break your heart but trusting him enough to know that he won't. . .

It's amazing how someone can break your hear and, yet, you still love them with every broken piece.

What do you do when you look in the mirror and staring at you is why he's not here. . .?

Once again, I'll stay up all night thinking of you and you'll sleep easy, knowing that you've got me wrapped around your finger. . .

I wish that I could find out what's wrong with me. . .That way I could say, "This is the way I used to be".

The scars on my wrists are proof that people like you really do exist. . .