Love

I choose to love you; for in that there is grace  you don't get to choose who you love but  we get to choose what to do with the love because in the end, we are defined by the choices we make

Searching for the Truth

There's a girl who always smiles, to show the world that she is fine. A boy who's surrounded by friends, deep down he wishes to die. For those who said they never knew, the saddest leave the least of clues. Little do we know, little can we do. Even so, what can we do?