Love Weaves Itself From Hundreds Of Threads.

It's Goodbye To Some Things. And Hello To Others.

Its A Fine Line Between Love And Stalking.

What I Really Want, And What I Never Get - Is To Be Appreciated.

Part Of Love Is Letting A Person Be Who They Want To Be

I Couldn't Remember Ordinary Moments, Only The Ones That Had Made An Impression. Ordinary Moments Were The Ones That Fell Away First.