Sometimes there is only one thing left to say, P. S. I Love You.

Love can change us beyond recognition, we become love-sick, soft-eyed jelly-bellied fools.

what a luxury it was for people to hold their loved ones whenever they wanted

I don't want to be one of those easily forgotten people, so important at the time, so special, so influential, and so treasured, yet years later just a vague face and a distant memory.

Journalism classes teach us that one must extract oneself from the story in order to report without bias, but often we need to be in the story in order to understand, to connect, to help the audience identify or else it has no heart; it could be a robot telling the story, for all anyone cares.

My box bedroom can only fit a bed and a wardrobe but it was my whole world. My only personal space to think and dream, to cry and laugh and wait until I became old enough to do all the things I wasn't allowed to do.

Often when we realize how precious those seconds are, it's too late for them to be captured because the moment has passed. We realize too late.