When the leaves stop falling wasn't her time to die, it was your time to live.

The truth is I do love you. Admitting that means opening myself up to all that pain when you leave. After you realize this wasn’t love, but gratitude.

We are all the same and we are all different. What great friends we will be.

You are no greater than the friends you keep, the books you read, the heroes you admire, and the obstacles you overcome.

I do not care about you anymore, but that is only when I am around people. The fact is I hide my emotions very well.

People find love in life; ironically they still keep looking for it all their lives!