Everything Was Fabulous, Even Our

I Have Different Books For Different Times Of The Day, Let Alone Different Seasons Of The Year!

He Might Have Been Naive, But He Didn't Care; He Said He's Rather Die With His Heart On His Sleeve Than End Up Another Cynic.

There's A Part Of Me That Thinks Perhaps We Go On Existing In A Place Even After We've Left It.

Even If People Laughed At The Notion Of Goodness, If They Found It Sentimental, Or Nostalgic, It Didn't Matter -- It Was None Of Those Things, He Said, And It Had To Be Fought For.

Yet She Likes Complications. She Wishes She Could Turn And Say: I Like People Who Unbalance Me.