seven wonders of the world and I have to ask for an eighth fill a bottle with some prayers and spend them on hope create an easy route just so I can complicate send my heart down that slippery slope

I want you to be honest with me. Even if it hurts. Although I would prefer for it not to hurt.

She has been hanging on to the hope of him for so long that she doesn't realize there isn't anything left to hope for.

I was starting to think I was making up memories, just to have answers. Our brain does that sometimes. Or at least mine does.

It's the secret smile you get from knowing that, somewhere, there is someone who is yours. Not in the sense that you own her or control her. She is yours because you can say anything to her, whenever you need to. And she can do the same, whenever she needs to.

Answerless questions can destroy you. Move on.

If I lose it now, I will lose you, too. I know that. I hate it.