Once you want something, everything changes.
Why are some things easier to write than say?
Is falling in love with someone's story the same thing as falling in love with the person himself?
Do you think you could let someone go if you thought it was best for them?
It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.
In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.