We Can All Be Beautiful Girls.

My Experience Is That Sequels Are Rarely As Good As The Originals.

When You've Never Gotten Love From Someone, You Don't Know What It Might Look Like If It Ever Does Appear. You Look For It In Everything: Any Bright Light Overhead Could Be A Star.

Like I, Of All People, Didn't Know Better Than To Lead A Total Stranger To The Point Where They Could Hurt Me Most, Knowing How Easily They'd Be Able To Find Their Way Back To It.

Some Things Are Meant To Be Broken. Imperfect. Chaotic.

He Always Did The Leaving. But Not This Time. She Kept Walking, And Did Not Look Back.