Call me whatever you want,

I'll still be that bitch, that tease, that whore, the girl who will break your heart or mend your soul. I'll lead you on and drop you on your ass or I'll teach you how to hold your head high and stand proud. I am what you make me. In the end, I am your canvas and you are just another fool who thinks they can make me into a masterpiece.

“Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.”