If your heart is broken, do you have a phantom heart?
I can live without a boy. So why does it feel like I’m going to die?
Love is the bee that carries the pollen from one heart to another.
Of all the things you said I couldn’t doforgetting you has been the easiest…
I’m a completely worthless woman and no man should risk his life for me.
I decided I would fill the emptiness in me with God and with paint.