Knowing something in your head and knowing it deep down where fear lives are two different things.
Her hands crept around his neck, tangling in his hair to keep him closer, even though she knew that beautiful boys with expiration dates couldn't be held, only borrowed for a time.
We've lost a lot of years, but you can't lose love. Not real love. It stays locked inside you, ready for whenever you are strong enough to find it again.
It doesn't matter how great your shoes are if you don't accomplish anything in them.
Love doesn't come with an on-off switch. It's made of too many threads of memory and hope and heartache that weave themselves into the very core of who you are.
But there was a difference between being stuck and choosing to stay. Between being found and finding yourself.
