Am I pretty? I must be, I thought, for all girls in love are pretty..

Some promises are lies we never meant to tell..

For men love what they cannot have, and hate what they cannot control..

If you find a way to write with open heart to Diary, a friend with Truth, no detail spared, your tome like Petrarch’s works will contain the scattere….

For a moment in time, a man knew me for who I was and, without reservation, loved me for who I was. How can I now live knowing no one will ever see m….

Danger sweetens the brew. Makes it more delicious..