He is not the same person as when we met, but . . . neither am I. Time has refined us, but instead of pushing us apart, we’re closer than ever.
She carries chaos like an overcoat.
Just . . . love me, and let tomorrow look after itself.
You don’t know what it’s like to be alone until you’ve had someone inside your head.
His reply offers infinite solace in a single word. Always.
Every army has a beginning, no matter how humble.