“You chose me to forget her and I chose you to love.”

If you allowed it, I’d break all the rules.

A kind heart and a smile that gets her in and out of trouble.

Let’s make the world wait while we write poetry and talk about love.

How perfectly you love my imperfection.

Give me an old bookshop, rain, and memories of you.

We’re just friends. It’s as complicated as that.

We were supposed to be, even if we can’t be.

You will always be my favorite story to tell.

Every letter of every poem is one more moment with you.

Because a broken heart still beats.

Have you heard the rumors about us? I kind of love them.

You introduced me to secrets.

What a magical spell those stars cast, making us believe we were written for them.

I have nothing to say and I can’t help but think that says a lot.

I prefer daydreams to those at night. It’s more fun to use my hands.

Sure, we could have kept going, but the chance of finding a gas station was zero.

There isn’t enough wine or vodka or tequila in this world to make me forget you.

I don’t know where you are or who you are anymore but I’ll always remember us.

The events that broke us lead to today. Why dwell on the past when we have been given today?

There is no point in hating all your exes after a breakup – Because you will end up hurting yourself instead of the person whom you hate.

I resent you for being okay when you broke me.

Darling, our story was a beautifully tragic thing. Magical as it happened unbearable when it ended.

There’s a kind of freedom in handing out torches and seeing who burns the bridge between you.

In the beginning, yes I did go back… (but) I learned that if it’s continued abusive, you just can’t stay there. When guys are young, they make mistakes. Nobody’s perfect, but, if they do it more than once, then it’s definitely a habit