Or. I hate that word. It’s two letters long and stuffed to the gills with reasonable doubt.

“You could only save someone that wanted to be saved; otherwise, you'd be dragge…”

“That's the paradox of loss: How can something that's gone weigh us down so much?”

“There are so many ways to betray someone. You can whisper behind his back.You c…”

“Missed opportunities were never superficial wounds; they cut straight to the bo…”