How is it possible that the person that makes me laugh and smile the most also makes me cry the most?

Just because I'm wrong, it doesn't mean you're right.

It doesn't matter what you mean to the world, what matters is that you mean the world to me.

You know what sucks? People judge each other by their mistakes. And that's just wrong.

We create images of how we want other people to be. And, our hearts break when they turn out to be someone else entirely... Someone, we never expected.

We have something so special and rare for any couple to have and we will kick any rock that comes in our way. We love each other so much and that's all that matters.

It's always better to be overdressed than to be underdressed.

Everyday is a fashion statement.

And even after all that's happened, I wouldn't change a thing.

I'm scared of this world. Sometimes I wonder how it would be like if I was born into a different time period, a different place. Will this world ever change? Will people finally stop killing each other? Will there ever be peace in the world?