The truth is I do love you. Admitting that means opening myself up to all that pain when you leave. After you realize this wasn’t love, but gratitude.

When the leaves stop falling wasn't her time to die, it was your time to live.

I do not care about you anymore, but that is only when I am around people. The fact is I hide my emotions very well.

We are all the same and we are all different. What great friends we will be.

Being with him had given me the ability to face my inner strength and pain and start living again."-Holliday

Matters of the heart were important, but people tended to put too much stock in the particular organ when, in retrospect, it was only tissue. It pumped blood and the body couldn’t live without it, sure, but it had no actual bearing on love. The soul was what made a person distinct—the part that lived on after death, how one being connected to another, and what bound essence.