Love As A Verb. Love As A

Nothing Is Ever Perfect. It Is What You Make Of It.

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

I Find My Voice And Manage To Say Those Three One-syllable Words Back To Him. Words I Haven't Uttered In A Very, Very Long Time. Words That Meant Nothing Before Now.

My Head Spins As I Glance Away, Refusing To Get Sucked Back Into His Gaze When So Much Is At Risk.

You See Yourself As Very Average, Ordinary. And There Is Nothing Ordinary About You, Rachel." (something Borrowed)