When someone becomes my top priority, I’d choose that person over most choices if given an ultimatum.

I’m going to stop asking because I refuse to let you go.

What I wish you were…

Are they demons or guardian angels telling me otherwise?

Love is always a hurricane.

Her saying “shaddup” is the cutest thing ever.

The restrictions may be getting to me but for her sake I must persevere.

Sometimes we elect not to choose the happiness we want.

How much is a smile worth to you?

Is it too soon (and presumptuous) of me to say you belong with me?