Hope can be very powerful and very loud.
The truth can’t be taken back.
There are these things, scraps, trash, that we spend our lives blind to until someone we love leaves. Then suddenly we see anything they touched for what it really is. It’s gold.
The numbers don’t add up differently the more you look at them.
The gifts, promises, hyperbolic flattery, at the end of the day, they’re meaningless… hollow. A woman worthy of your affection would know that.
The first favor sharpens the blade.
