I can’t even think about what life “could have been” like in Boston, without crying. It’s like deja-vu, I don’t think me and Boston were ever meant to be.

sometimes we have absolutely no idea where we are, we need the smallest clue to show us where to begin.

I'm trying to make some sense out of the phrase "Everything happens for a reason," and I think I've figured out what the reason is - to pissed me off.

I think I wished for you all of my life.

I’ve learned that home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling.

Two lost things that had survived the seas and arrived on a coastline. What did they do? They implanted themselves in the sand and grew into trees and lined the beaches. Sometimes a lot can come of being all washed up. You can really grow.

Imagining and fantasizing did nothing but break her heart.