“A year has passed, and even after all that has changed, I know one thing hasn’t. I still want you.”

We preserve their places in our hearts depending on the way they leave them.

I got used to temporary things. I’m afraid I might not want anything permanent at all.

I want to fold you into my book, like a petal, so that you’d never leave.

No matter how astray the becoming might be, I’ll never search for the old in me.

Perhaps their voices never leave us and we spend our lives fumbling for quiet corners where we can hear them most.

Lay your head on mine and let me breathe you instead of air.

Refrain from giving pieces of yourself to those who get close, for people leave, and gifts that are given cannot be returned.

I’ve experienced departure far too much to have the courage and call anyone my own.

You’ll roam the world and come to realize: It’s all in you, to be free or not to be.

We reshape our memories into uglier versions because it’s hard to forget them while they’re still beautiful.

This is face blindness, but not really it. Among all the faces I see, I could only see yours.

I’ve always had a fear of endings, but it comes as relief to me that among all the dying things, I am one too.

Where once there were a few houses between us, now there are seas.

I close my eyes and I see you. I open them, and I’m blind.

You float underneath my eyelids – a dream I never seem to get enough of.

Of all the lies I’ve lived, and all the lies I’ve been told, the lies I told myself hurt the most.

I’m scared that every girl I care for will find a better man and end up happier in the long run.

I just hope that you miss me a little when I’m gone.

A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.

We’ve changed our internal motto from Move fast and break things to Move fast with stable infrastructure.

It is sheer good fortune to miss somebody long before they leave you.

I’m tired of everybody. Please forgive me.

She broke my heart but fixed my vision.

You who suffer because you love, love still more. To die of love, is to live by it.