When love dies, the heart's ashes do not leave on the wind—they rest on the mantelpiece of the soul, darkening the sunrise we once saw to be beautiful.
~ Angela M. Hudson
Books are the reality you get to choose, life is the reality you hide from inside a book.
Then, I guess, I can only hope that you will change your mind. But I will love you, without a doubt, for all eternity.
No one stays the same, David. Everything you are is a direct result of something that's affected you in your past, whether it was horrible or wonderful -- no one has the right to destroy themselves because they can't deal with the pain. You have to learn from it. It's not over--the good in your life--it's not over until your dead.
