The Anthology

“Love is not the absence of logic but logic examined and recalculated heated and curved to fit inside the contours of the heart”

“The truth was, he now belonged only to my past, and it was time I begin to accept it, as much as it hurt to do so.”

“I try to be rational and suppress the hope that this is for real, but hope has a way of closing its eyes to reason and it just keeps growing.”