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.

That time of day when the sun hasn’t come up yet, but you can already feel it coming. It’s an elusive warmth, like a subtle promise whispered in your ear and you can go on with your day knowing you’ve been given another chance to get it right.

Family is not always the people with whom you share DNA. Sometimes, family is the person who fights the hardest for your happiness.

If love is a drug, then it's the kind that should be prescribed.

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

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

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.