“I knew it would end in tears but hell, I did it anyway.”

His laugh sounds an awful lot like my happiness.

Drank about you last night, hungover you this morning.

I’m a romantic and that’s the tragedy.

If only you could hold my heart and understand what you left behind.

If only I could kiss you as often as I think about it.

I must have loved you before, in another life, beyond a dream, across centuries.

I just want to be held without having to explain myself.

Imagine how you’ll love when healed.

It breaks my heart that some people are only kind when there is something in it for them. Everything is a business now, including human decency.

Nobody warns you about the fact that you have to go to war if you want to know peace.

Mouths that know desperation like, “the last kiss.

Our story was never one to be told, but know that I remain loving you from here.

A hand that holds what the heart knows it must let go of.

When you’re feeling doubtful, remember that an idea set forth with hard work can create miracles.

If I feel everything, is that a gift or a burden?

We couldn’t be friends because God knows we were meant to be lovers. Doomed to never belong to each other.

Anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realise that nothing really belongs to them.

The world breaks everyone, and afterward, many are strong at the broken places.

I’m glad we had the times together just to laugh and sing a song, seems like we just got started and then before you know it, the times we had together were gone.

It is so easy to break down and destroy. The heroes are those who make peace and build.

When something bad happens you have three choices. You can either let it define you, let it destroy you, or you can let it strengthen you.

What barrier is there that love cannot break?

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.

Some things were better lost than found.