Life is a series of tragedies wrapped tightly in beautiful ribbons of hope.

Life was not intended to be easy, it's hard, uncomfortable and tragic at times, but you get through it. And it's the getting through it part that in the end reminds you how amazing it is to be alive.

She learned to rejoice in the chaos, for without the darkness she would be blind to the light.

She searched for his face in crowds where he'd never be, in places that he'd never seen. In her mind he was everywhere haunting her. Her emptiness was beyond heartache, it was a well played tragedy.

She wasn't sure what she hoped her words would accomplish. She always fantasized that they would be little paper airplanes printed with love letters gliding across the world.

Never underestimate the kind, for even the gentlest of souls house a sleeping giant buried deep within their form.