“Despite all of your mistakes, I stayed – and that was mine.”

If we followed our hearts more often, we would travel much farther.

I wish I wasn’t such a dreamer. I’ve ruined this life for myself.

I loved you for all the reasons why you thought you couldn’t love yourself.

Your silence and my overthinking is a kind of hell.

You will never love another the same way, again. And I’m still trying to figure out if that’s a blessing or a tragedy.

We all return to dreams, don’t we? The unattainable is alluring, desire is tenfold.

The distance between you and greatness, is how much you believe in yourself.

The more natural the connection, the more devastating the disconnect.

Do they love you? Or do they only seem to love what you could do for them?

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.

Sometimes you need to take a small break from the world to realise its beauty.

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

Learning and adapting things again isn’t that easy for ones who loved someone unconditionally.

To love is to suffer and there can be no love otherwise.

It hurt the most when you are trying to fit in the place who are not meant to.

Late-night conservations, Breathtaking memories, and an endless sky full of unseen dazzling stars. That’s how I want to remember us.

After you, no one has really stayed. Maybe it’s because I look for you in everyone else.

And every person you love breaks your heart is that why you call love so hard?