Character: Betty

If it's Cheryl, tell me you've preclovis and let him hang himself.

Dear diary, love makes us do crazy things. And maybe something from made by me was wrong, but maybe... Maybe I was right about some things. Tomorrow morning, when we Wake up, the world once again will be different.

- Hilda. You come to mind that the Pope is one of us likes the most?
- Yes, come.
You.
- You! Are you among Puente Tito and his scissors for nose hair.

- Is that your family?
- No, Amanda. It's a bird.

All will be well. Because I love you, and nothing else matters.

I said goodbye more often than I would like it... but it says any. And no matter how many times we said goodbye-even if it was good, it still hurts. And although we will never forget that, what did we have to move forward. But we can't live constantly afraid of the next goodbye. Most likely they will never end... Main thing is to understand when the parting was for the best. When it's a chance to start from scratch.

And doesn't being scared let you know you're on to something important?
Yes. And when you're not, taking a chance, but if not to risk it, then why live?!

First kiss a stranger becomes familiar. And then all the kisses are shade first.