You have to admit that love doesn't give you the license to own a person
forever. Only a chance to enjoy someone's company for a moment.

Hate is baggage. Life's too short to be pissed off all the time.

Wherever you go. no matter what the weather, bring your own sunshine.

If he still sees the beauty in you and still falls more in love with you after seeing your weird facial expressions, your unusual laugh, your constant bitching, your ugly days, your pig out days, the way you toss and turn in your sleep, your stupid jokes, the way you ask questions about things you should already know the answers to but he answers them anyway, your obsessions with strange things, and your immaturity. Then you already know this is the boy.

You can ignore me for as long as you want, but you can never change the memories I brought to your life.

I have morals, integrity, most of all, character. Something you are lacking.