Nobody is a lost cause. They just think they are, so they don't even bother to try sometimes.

It was the way she looked at me the whole time. That look said more than she ever could and, in turn, scared me more than her words alone ever could.

Is love always like this? Is it always so passionate, yet so damn painful?

I'm finally beginning to realize that you can only fight with someone over the same thing so many times before you're burned out.

I can't promise that I won't hurt you again, but I can swear that I will love you until the day that I die.