And The Price For Being A Homo-hater

I Don't Actually Think “true Love” Is Such A Good Term Because Love Can Only Be True. If It Isn't True It Can't Be Love.

However Much You Love Somebody, You Should Always Keep A Part Of Yourself To Yourself. Never Give It All. You Can Never Be Yourself Otherwise.

She Was--i Keep Using The Past Tense; I Ought To Say She Is--one Of Those People Who, At First Sight, Look Plain, Are Quiet, Unassertive, Unmemorable Even. But Who, When They Start To Talk And You Get To Know Them, Become More And More Attractive And Impressive, And You See That In Fact They Are Beautiful. Not Conventionally Beautiful, Not Celebrity Beautiful, But Beautiful All Through.

Yet, Isn't It Strange, Isn't It Weird, How We Can Know That Someone Is Not Behaving In The Way We Imagine, And At The Same Time We Can Be Totally Convinced That He Is! How Clever The Human Mind Is, That It Can Accept Two Contradictory Things As 'facts.' Yes, I Know That In This Case One 'fact' Was Untrue. But The Human Mind Can Know Something Is Untrue And Still Accept It As A 'fact,' And Act On It As If It Were True.

The Most Memorable People In Life Will Be The Friends Who Loved You When You Weren’t Very Lovable.