I smile, amused by whatever game this is we're playing.He smiles, too.He.Smiles.Too.

She's absolutely beautiful. Her hope is beautiful. The smile on her face is beautiful. The tears streaming down her cheeks are beautiful.Herloveisbeautiful.

The pain will always be there.So will the fear.But the pain and fear are no longer my life. They're only moments.

Hearts get infiltrated.Promises get broken.Rules get shattered.Love gets ugly.

Sometimes not speaking says more than all the words in the world. Sometimes my silence is saying, I don't know how to speak to you. I don't know what you're thinking. Talk to me. Tell me everything you've ever said. All the words. Starting form the very first one.

This felt like an end. I'm not sure I was ready for this to be end. I'm not sure I was ready for there ever to be an end, and I hate myself for allowing my feelings to get to that point.

As soon as he comes into view, I lose the war. The war I didn't even know I was fighting. It doesn't happen often, but when I do find a guy attractive, it's better when it happens with a person I want it to happen with

Love isn't always pretty, Tate. Sometimes you spend all your time hoping it'll eventually be something different. Something better. Then, before you know it, you're back to square one, and you lost you heart somewhere along the way

So give it up. You give it all up. You never want love again, no matter what kind it is, because no type of love will ever be worth living through the ugly love again.