The relentless pull of love is a thousand times harder to fight than the tides. If you’re lucky, you’ll make it out before you drown. If you’re even luckier, you’re pulled under just long enough to wash away the sorrow. If you’re really lucky, like me, you resurface just in time to find the one you love floating right beside you.

The quickest path to self-destruction is to push away the people you love.

Because sometimes you have to suffer without the things you want now so you can have everything you need later.

The relentless pull of love is a thousand times harder to fight than the tides. If you’re lucky, you’ll make it out before you drown. If you’re even luckier, you’re pulled under just long enough to wash away the sorrow. If you’re really lucky, like me, you resurface just in time to find the one you love floating right beside you.

It’s not really the love that I envy, it’s the trust. The feeling that no matter how bad you screw up, there is always someone who will accept you and love you for who you are; not because they have to, just because they can’t not love you.

Sometimes, you just have to reassure the ones you love in precise language that you'll always be there. Sometimes words are enough.

Sometimes you forget how much you love someone, until you realize their smile is like a spotlight shined on your heart.