He likes me. I like him. He is suicidal, he cuts. I am too. He likes me for me, and I like him for him. He calls me beautiful, cute, perfect. He tried to hold my hand... he got in-trouble...… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Was it only because he happened to be the one who came along when he did? Could it have been anyone? Or was there something about him, that I liked and cared at?” — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
