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

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.

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.

I love hard and I break just as hard as I love.

It breaks my heart to know so many children in our country do not have access to education.

I am not a home breaker and I can never be. I haven’t been brought up to create havoc in other people’s homes.

If I had known our last kiss was to be our last kiss, I would have kissed you as if it was our first.

It’s the willingness to break open, to let go of all you have learned to hold that keeps you whole.

Every Indian outbreak that I have ever known has resulted from broken promises and broken treaties by the government.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always our self we find in the sea.

I plan to publicize my breakups and profit from them like other celebrities.