The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
October is a fine and dangerous season in America. a wonderful time to begin...
At the end of the day you know love does not happen between two perfect...
When I was growing up I thought I'd be a lot happier if I was famous and successful and if I had money.
