I used to worry about tomorrow, but that was before I survived yesterday. Now it's one breath at a time.

She knows he's not the same. He's different now. The eyes that once held too much contain nothing at all. He is colorless. Faded like sun-drenched wallpaper. The man that stands before her has no answers to her questions, and no ointment for her fears.

Nothing is as endearing as a handwritten letter scribed by the person who holds your heart spellbound.

They beg you for transparency. Yet when you give them a peek behind the curtain shrouding your hear, they run in sheer fright.

In case you didn't know... You are her. The one he let get away.

I didn't have to say a word. My love for him appeared upon my flesh like virgin tattooed skin.

Love is not complicated. It just 'is'. The complicated part is finding two souls who are feeling it as the same time in their lives... and for each other. Feeling it so deep that they're willing to fight every second of the day to keep it alive. That's the complicated part.

How do you know they aren't the one? At the first sight of total disregard for your hurt, your gut will feel uneasy. I'm reminding you to listen up.