After people have gone, you forget their faults, and you recall the ideal more than the person.

Sometimes I miss the old me.

His reply offers infinite solace in a single word. Always.

You ever have that feeling? Like you’ve known someone your whole life but you don’t know them at all.

Most people weren’t aware enough to fear the things that could really hurt them.

For love to flourish there has to be trust. Promises don’t matter as much as personal choice.

Now I know there are ways to belong to someone that don’t take anything away. A relationship shouldn’t impose limits—and if it does, then it’s wrong. A lover should help you exceed your potential, not clip your wings.