Sunday, November 28, 2010

I smile because when I cry, it doesn't help. When I cry, all it does is make people ask me if I'm okay. I would love nothing more than to punch these people in the face. I'm sitting here, crying, but yes, I'm perfectly happy. I mean, come on. Give me a break. Obviously  I'm not fine.

If you want to know the nature of love, look at a person when they have nothing left to give. And if they keep giving beyond that point, that is love. To give when you don't have to, to love when you can't love, to reach out when your hands are so weary that you can't even lift them.

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