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

What you’re trying to control is already controlling you.

When did our love become a war we had to fight to keep?

I wonder how often the world reminds you of me, because it won’t let me forget you.

When you have all this love to give but you’re not the one they want to be loved by.

The more I spoke of it, the faster it slipped away from me.

Love me hard or leave me, quickly.

A kiss in a dream, so vivid, it is mistaken for a memory.

If people are their deepest thoughts and darkest secrets, I’m convinced that no one really knows anybody.

I love you, selflessly. From afar, through tears, and in my loneliness.

They might even love you back but that doesn’t mean that you’re meant to be together.

If I wasn’t worthy of explanation, you aren’t worth being remembered.

I have touched you in dreams, wishing to kiss you on the other side of it.

Note to self: stop being so soft, remember what he did and move along.

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.

Getting over a painful experience is much like crossing monkey bars. You have to let go at some point in order to move forward.

Memories mean more to me than dresses.

All discarded lovers should be given a second chance, but with somebody else.

I ain’t rich yet, but you know I ain’t broke.

Once a man is done, he is done.

You do not suffer because things are impermanent. You suffer because things are impermanent and you think they are permanent.

Anything worth putting off is worth abandoning altogether.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.