A couple times in your life, it happens like that. You meet a stranger, and all you know is that you need to know everything about them.

There it goes again. That heavy feeling in your chest when you don't feel any desire to speak 
or move. All you want to do is close your eyes and sleep, because the process of being broken 
is incredibly exhausting. You attempt your best to make your days fulfilling, but no matter 
how hard you try you can't seem to connect to anyone or anything.



It was the kind of kiss that I could never tell my friends about out loud. It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I would never be so happy again in my whole life.

In life, we do things. Some, we wish we had never done, and some we wish we could replay a million times.
But they make us who we are, and in the end, they shape and detail us.
If we were to reserve them, we wouldn't be the person we are today. So just live.
Make mistakes and have wonderful memories.
But never for a second regret who you are, where you've been, and most importantly, where you're going.

It was easier not to think about him most of the time.
I'd stopped letting the memories in.
I'd stopped talking to him in my head, pretending he could hear me.
I'd stopped looking obsessively at his pictures.
A part of me wanted to forget his face, his warmth, his deep voice, his lopsided smile, because it would be easier that way, wouldn't it?




It's just the way things are. And you can't dwell on what might have been. You have to look at what is.




He says everything he sees.... reminds him of you.




I have no idea how he knows when I need him. We can go weeks without speaking, and then, 
when my blue moods threaten to turn black, he will show up and tell me my moods are azure, 
indigo, cerulean, cobalt, periwinkle. And suddenly, the blue will not seem so dark, more like the color of a noon-bright sky. He brings the sun.





Anyone can tell you you're pretty, and you get that all the time... Your beauty is deeper than the makeup. 

Sometimes, you end up losing yourself trying to hold onto someone who doesn't care about losing you
We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art, because we desperately do not want to be alone.
We want to know we aren’t going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how you’re feeling.
We want someone to explain the things we can’t. We love everything tied up neatly, easy, simple.
And when we can’t do that, it scares the hell out of us. To not know the next step, or where you’re headed, kills.
Being unsure isn’t in our plans.
But it’s those moments, the ones where you risk it and step unknowingly into the future, that assures us life is larger than we’ll ever know.

Think of how many people have sat next to you on a bus, train, whatever.
Now think how many people have sat next to you on purpose with their fingers
crossed in hope that you'll talk to them. I'm sure somebody has. There's
plenty of times when somebody's seen you and hoped that you spoke to them,
but you never did because you don't have the guts and neither do they. Don't
go around thinking nobody likes you and that you're not loved. There's been
plenty of times when a stranger has spotted you and thought "Oh, they're just
my type" but haven't had the courage or confidence to open their mouth and
initiate a conversation. The funny thing is, neither have you.