“Ultimately, you’re left with the people you love and who love you- everything else fades into oblivion.”

I like exploring life and its complexities.

It took me a very long time to heal. It was a shock to my system.

The thing you hate about yourself tends to be the thing that everyone likes about you.

I think it’s important that we don’t all have to hold our heads high all the time saying everything’s fine.

People can tell you what to do, but ultimately, we’re all going to die, so how do you want to live?

It’s very easy for a couple to experience joy together. But when you experience pain together, it can lead to such depth and such union. That is when you fuse.

I think when you’re in a relationship where you really care for the other person, when they achieve their dreams it’s better than when you do yourself.

You’re either going to walk through life and experience it fully or you’re going to be a voyeur. And I’m not a voyeur.

I’m a person that carries everything that happened to me in my past, with me into the future. I refuse to let it make me bitter. I still completely believe in love and I remain open to anything that will happen to me.

I auditioned for the role of an angel in the Nativity play at school. I didn’t get it. I auditioned for Mary; didn’t get it. So I made up the character of the sheep who sat next to Baby Jesus.

I was taught a very strong work ethic that included punctuality, which I’ve always felt is a sign of respect for others.

I don’t really make decisions, I go with the flow.

You can ask me pretty much anything. There’ll be things I’ll go, ‘That feels a little too personal.’ But most things I don’t have a fear of being asked about.

The things that go on in my head are far more interesting than what actually happens.

I don’t really celebrate fame because I get enough attention.

As much as I have films and all that sort of stuff, a lot of my memories are to do with relationships and love.

I don’t love you anymore. But each time you begin to fade it makes my heart feel numb.

She fades away falls behind the curtain of the night and retreats beyond the darkness as though she is gone for good. Yet, she always returns. And so does, love.

Faded secrets and old voices have built towns inside my heart. Thats were we still meet.

It’s funny how love fades, and they become more than a poem about yesterday.

It wasn’t enough fading under surfaces, below waves, swollen pufferfish retracting this inflated love that not even you could believe in.

Pain is as dark as it is deep. But just like anything that receives enough light, it too will fade over time and become something, a little less ominous, and a little more hopeful.

Pushing out a breath, I lean against the wall and slide to the floor. I sit beside her for as long as it takes. Listening until her sobs fade and the shower turns on.

I miss you a little less each day. You’re just a faded memory now – delicate; tucked away.