I Have A Really High Tolerance Level

I Think I Fell In Love With Her, A Little Bit. Isn't That Dumb? But It Was Like I Knew Her. Like She Was My Oldest, Dearest Friend. The Kind Of Person You Can Tell Anything To, No Matter How Bad, And They'll Still Love You, Because They Know You. I Wanted To Go With Her. I Wanted Her To Notice Me. And Then She Stopped Walking. Under The Moon, She Stopped. And Looked At Us. She Looked At Me. Maybe She Was Trying To Tell Me Something; I Don't Know. She Probably Didn't Even Know I Was There. But I'll Always Love Her. All My Life.

We Wrapped Our Dreams In Words And Patterned The Words So That They Would Live Forever, Unforgettable.

As Sure As Water's Wet And Days Are Long And A Friend Will Always Disappoint You In The End.

It Is A Fool's Prerogative To Utter Truths That No One Else Will Speak.

Trust Dreams. Trust Your Heart, And Trust Your Story.