And I laugh at myself for thinking I could touch the sky.
Is falling in love with someone's story the same thing as falling in love with the person himself?
In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.
Red is the first color of spring. It's the real color of rebirth. Of beginning.
I wonder if I will ever have the strength to hold onto something. Or if I will always be someone who destroys.
Reading the situation correctly is part of getting through it safely.