“I love you. That has never stopped from the very first moment I met you.” — Teresa Mummert Copy Share Image
Lust is the difference between loving someone and being in love with someone. — Teresa Mummert Copy Share Image
Love will hurt. If it doesn't hurt you are not doing it right. To truly love someone you must open yourself up… — Teresa Mummert Copy Share Image
Sometimes love burns so hot in your veins that it consumes all rational thought. You become a walking shell that can no… — Teresa Mummert Copy Share Image
“You can’t force love. You can’t control how someone else feels. You just have to enjoy it while it lasts and hope… — Teresa Mummert Copy Share Image
“I love you,” he repeated. “I wasn’t sure it was even possible for me to care about anyone else again, but I… — Teresa Mummert Copy Share Image
Reading was my only escape from reality. Through books, I could be whoever I wanted. I could fall in love with the… — Teresa Mummert Copy Share Image
Here is how you know if it is love or lust. Push them in front of a bus. If you jump in… — Teresa Mummert Copy Share Image
You can't love someone just by looking at them. That is lust. Not saying love can't come fast, but it doesn't come… — Teresa Mummert Copy Share Image
“A flower needs the rain to grow just as much as it needs the sunshine.” — Teresa Mummert Copy Share Image
“It wasn’t as easy for others to accept the darker side of themselves. Most like to cling to the notion that hesitation still marked… — Teresa Mummert Copy Share Image
“Tears, happy tears, fell from my eyes as I held on to the only person in the world that could take away all of… — Teresa Mummert Copy Share Image
“I thought about how my life had drastically changed after the last few days. I had been on a downward spiral, but after meeting… — Teresa Mummert Copy Share Image
There is no greater feeling of accomplishment than to create a world that solely exists in your imagination and be able to pull someone… — Teresa Mummert Copy Share Image
“As I opened the door, Abel turned toward the shower and zipped up his pants. “Jesus! Shit! I’m so sorry.” I yanked the door… — Teresa Mummert Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I scare myself at how easily I slip inside my mind and live vicariously through these characters.” — Teresa Mummert Copy Share Image
“Worthless. It wasn’t that I viewed my tears as a weakness; it was that I knew what they’d said was true. I was a… — Teresa Mummert Copy Share Image
“I'm not hiding. I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve. Everything anyone wants to know about me is right in front of their faces.… — Teresa Mummert Copy Share Image
