Recognizing That There Is More Heartbreak In

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

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

I've Always Been Intrigued By The Power Of Secrets. When Is It Justifiable To Keep Them From The Ones We Love? And Does Keeping Them Irrevocably Change Who We Are?

The World Is Not That Black And White, Rachel. There Are No Moral Absolutes. It Is Complex.

One More Chnce. Words That My Mother Heard, More Than Once. Words That Women Debate. Whether You Can Forgive And Whether You Should Trust. I Think Of All The Judgment From Society, Friends, And Family, The Overwhelming Consensus Seeming To Be That You Should Not Grant Someone Who Betrayed You A Second Chance. That You Should Do Everything You Can To Keep The Knife Out Of Your Back, And To Protect Your Heart And Pride. Cowards Give Second Chances. Fools Give Second Chances. And I Am No Coward, No Fool.