Old wounds that cut deep never really fade. Inside scars aren’t pretty. See, people like us just want to cut off the heads of the demons in our past. If we don’t, grief will snuff us out.
Three kinds of women in this world. The kind that suck you dry and leave you with nothing. The kind that only want a good time. And the kind that make life worth a damn. That last kind . . . the right woman’s the one who gives as much as she takes, and you can’t get enough. She’s the kind . . . if you lose her, you lose yourself.