It was pretty cool to have someone around here who didn't like the same things as everybody else.
I remembered reading somewhere that if you smile at something, it automatically makes you happier.
This entire time I've been thinking about where my home was. At first it was California, then Wisconsin. But in truth, home isn't necessarily where you sleep at night. It's where you feel like yourself. Where you're most comfortable. Where you don't ...
Secrets only ended up hurting other people.
Some memories were harder to forget than others. Especially the painful ones.
But that's the thing with the what-if game-- you really can never know the answer to the question. And maybe it's better that way.
Because sometimes silence speaks much louder than words possibly could.
Silence fell between us. This was a common occurrence whenever we’re alone. When you’re comfortable with someone, you don’t need to always fill the void with noise. I liked it when we would just be.
