Show Me A Girl With Her Feet

There Was Love Expressed In The Places You Usually Forget To Look.

As Much As I'm Drawn To Writing About Teenage Girls, I Like The Idea Of Having The Freedom To Branch Out And Write About Different Ages, For Different Ages.

She Was Still Waiting For Him To Come Back To Her, Even Though He Wasn't Going To. She Was Still Holding Out For Something That Wasn't Going To Happen. She Was Good At Waiting. That Seemed Like A Sad Thing To Be Good At.

When You Remembered To Forget, You Were Remembering. It Was When You Forgot To Forget That You Forgot.

We Forgive And Forget. At Least I Forgive And He Forgets.