And though she didn’t know it then, whenever her thoughts drifted back toward the past, she would always remember that this was how it all began.

Deep in her heart, she wasn't sure she deserved to be happy, nor did she believe that she was worthy of someone who seemed...Normal.

She was my dream. She made me who I am, and holding her in my arms was more natural to me than my own heartbeat. I think about her all the time. Even now, when I'm sitting here, I think about her. There could never have been another.

When I look in the mirror, I know I’m looking at someone who isn’t sure she deserves to be loved at all.

Its easy to fall for someone that will find humor in every situation.

For it is one thing to declare one's love for someone and quite another to accept that loving that person requires sacrificing one's dreams.