Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes part of theirs.
Now that I've found the way to fly, which direction should I go into the night?
It's not knowing how to write that makes you interesting, it's what you write.
I want to reach out and grab his hand and hold it to me, right over my heart, right where it aches the most. I don't know if doing that would heal me or make my heart break entirely, but either way this constant hungry waiting would be over.
Do you think you could let someone go if you thought it was best for them?
Theres nothing like reading about a world that feels dead to throw your own beautiful, colorful life into sharp relief.