True Love Is Supposed To Make You

Recognizing That There Is More Heartbreak In Continuous Disappointment Than A Void.

I Remember That My Mother Once Told Me That The Opposite Of Love Isn't Hate, It's Indifference.

I'm Not Trying To Convey A Message, I'm Just Trying To Tell A Story.

This Time, I Whispered That I Loved Him Too. Then, I Silently Listed All The Reason: I Loved Him For His Gentleness. I Loved Him For Being An Amazing Catch Yet Still Vulnerable Enough To Be Insecure. But Most Of All, I Loved Him For Loving Me.

I Like To Match What I Wear To My Book Jacket - It's A Little Bit Cheesy, But It's My Thing.