And it is strange that absence can feel like presence.

Is falling in love with someone's story the same thing as falling in love with the person himself?

Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes part of theirs.

Do you think you could let someone go if you thought it was best for them?

Everything I dream is something simple and plain and everyday. That’s how I know they are dreams. Because the simple and plain and everyday things are the ones that we can never have

Does loving someone mean you want them to be safe? Or that you want them to be able to choose?

Isn't it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards? The thoughts you loved to think about, the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle-it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box, far from the light of day and throw away the key. It's not an act of bitterness. It's an act if self-preservation. It's not always a bad idea to stay behind the window and look out at life instead, is it?