I'm selfish.
I want you to myself.
I can't help it.


Without suffering,
there is no compassion.


My first thoughts after waking are — and always have been — of you.


For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it.
For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it.
For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.


I know that you didn’t mean it and I know that you think saying sorry will make it better,
but that’s not how the world works.
It’s an imperfect world and feelings just don’t go away that fast.
So either you never really loved me or you’re just hiding it because you’re scared.
Well, let me tell you,
hiding something will get you nowhere and lying sure as hell won’t make you happy so go ahead and leave me but in the end you will see your mistake and come back.
But you know what?
I won’t be here.


I would trade a thousand tomorrows for just one yesterday.
If I went back and told you how much you mattered to me,
maybe,
just maybe;
you would still be by my side.


"I'm finished as a human being," she said.
"All you're looking at is the lingering memory of what I used to be."


There’s no such thing as ‘for sure’.
That’s the only sure thing I do know.


Where is this love?
I can't see it.
I can't touch it.
I can't feel it.


It will be okay.


But darling,
you're the only exception.


I sometimes wonder what life would be if I'd done things differently.
Pretty different,
I guess.


I'm in need to direction.


Be true to your heart.
You've only got one of it.


I'd rather be anywhere but here without you.


I'm afraid I'll never find a person who will love me unconditionally with all my imperfections.


Dear Brain,
sorry for overloading you with thoughts of him.
Dear Stomach,
sorry for all the butterflies.
Dear Pillow,
sorry for all the tears.
Dear Heart,
sorry for all the damages.













Kiss me.
Kiss me as if it were the last time.

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