It’s Not Easy Remembering The Good Times.

Perhaps I’ve Been Rushing My Whole Entire Life, Jumping Into Things Headfirst Without Thinking Them Through. Running Through The Days Without Noticing The Minutes.

Life Is Everything, And You Haven't Lived It Properly Until You Believe.

Deep Down, Underneath All His Layers Of Stupidity, He’s A Really Good Man. He May Act Out Far Too Many Selfish Thoughts, Says All The Wrong Things At All The Wrong Times, But Behind Closed Doors He’s A Best Friend. I Understand That He Has Idiotic Tendencies And I Can Still Love Him For It. He May Not Be Someone That You Feel Comfortable Sitting Next To At A Dinner Party But For Me, He’s Someone That I Feel Comfortable Sharing My Life With.

Believe Me, When You Die, It's Everybody Else's But Your Problem

His Entired Life Bundled Into Wenty Refuse Sacks. His And Her Memories Bundle Away In Holly's Mind. Each Item Unearthed Dust, Tears, Laughter And Memories. She Bagged The Items, Cleared The Dust, Wiped Her Eyes And Filed Away The Memories.