Whatever fear touches becomes frightful, whatever hate touches becomes pitiful, whatever love touches becomes wonderful, and whatever God touches becomes beautiful.
Knowing she was a poor liar under pressure kept him from telling her the truth. He remembered far too many occasions as kids when they had formulated a story to stay out of trouble with their parents and she had blown it within seconds.
On the crossroads of future most good friends lose themselves to an eternity of regrets. Most of us lose connections unknowingly thinking that it is only natural until we realize the deceit in our understanding and end up craving for something we put to rest a long time ago. Thus begins a morbid curiosity within our conscience.