But she's still afraid that the more she misses him-his face, his skin, the way he looked at her-and the more hope she has that she'll see him again, the more she has to lose.
Love, Loss, Men
The ugliness is what makes the beautiful things beautiful.
Beauty
I prefer true over happy now.
Truth, Reality, Happiness
I miss art. I miss art. Life would be worth living if I had art.
Art
[She] knows that it's fear that keeps her love in check. but what if falling in love i a sign not of weakness but of courage? what if it isnt falling or crashing but taking a leap?