Everytime she gets closer to forgetting she loved him, her heart pulls her back to where she started and says, "I'll be the judge of that sweetheart."

T.G.R.

You call me weak because I cry. But if you went through one day of my life, you'd realize crying's the strongest thing I can do.

T.G.R.

Love's like a race. You give up because your heart's been broken so many times, not knowing you gave up right before the finish line.

T.G.R.

He hears her cry when we don't hear her at all.
We see her smile when He hears her tears.
He sees her when no one else does.
He is there when we aren't.

We think that's enough, when He knows it isn't.

T.G.R.

Trust begins to slip and frowns begin to show. Between being ignored and being insulted, there are tiny sparks of friendship. I see you changing yourself into a stranger and I think; What if I'm just changing my view?

T.G.R.

It's not about whether or not life is worth the pain; But whether or not death is worth missing out on everything else.

T.G.R.

He won't be here for graduation, any of my birthdays, or my wedding. He won't tell me he loves me, or he's proud of me. But of all the things I have to deal with, the hardest is admitting to myself I have a deadbeat dad.

T.G.R.

Sometimes I wish you'd tell me you hated me, just so I'd have an opportunity to say, "Then maybe I should leave."

T.G.R.

She screams inside and wishes she could utter a word of distress to show you she cries.

T.G.R.

I hate it when people tell me to wake up. I much rather live my life as a dream. Dreams are your heart's desires. And, isn't that what life's about?

T.G.R.