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Sometimes not saying makes all the difference. The heart knows it even when the words hasn’t been said.

When you least expect, someone is going to walk through that door giving you a run down of your bygones and getting you hooked.

Even infatuation could push you to strive for better. Let’s just hope that heart chooses the right kind to crush over.

Sometimes when grief weighs us down, we do need to strike that cord which makes us breathe again.

Every time he walks in to teach something intelligible, I slip a little more.

She was all that I had until I didn’t.

Start with fear. Start at where you are. Start with your hand shaking. Start.

Grief has the funny timing of catching you when you are happy and begin to be whole again.

Adding McDreamy and McSteamy together; equals ‘him’.

When you had kept your heart closed but it refuses to stay calm making you go all sorts of weird lame crazy.

You have not known pain unless you have cried like there’s no moon and sun. Like it’s never gonna be morrow again.

It’s raining and I need it to stop.