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

I’m breathing dreams like air, like there will never be enough of them to fill up the space in my lungs.

This year, I will let grief walk by my side, but I will lead the way.

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

The clock ticks by and all I could think of is that at least I’m a day closer to seeing you.

I taught myself the art of forgetfulness. If they were meant to be remembered, they would have stayed.

You say we’re nonsense together, but nothing makes more sense to me.

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.

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.

I would rather be accused of breaking precedents than breaking promises.

Do not keep crying when your love has been gone. You only need Smile because he had been given you the opportunity to meet someone who is better.

Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough.

Fixing your heartbreak by getting into another relationship is not the way to live your life – you need to live it on your terms for a while.

The coronavirus pandemic is not a break for nature. Outside urban areas, nature is suffering.

I don’t have time means I don’t want you anymore.