It's like, you know how sometimes you see a really sexy baby? Wait.

A year. A thousand kisses. And now a thousand one, a thousand two. There are so many other place we could have ended up, but I have to believe none of them would have felt this right. "All I want is you" is not entirely true. I want so much more, and with you I think I can get it.

Happiness is so rarely a part of my vocabulary, because for me it's so fleeting

This is a difference between us: you desire what other people have, while I desire the things I used to have, or think I might have one day.

This is what a memorial is: standing still, staring at something that isn’t ther

I get it. The things you hope for the most are the things that destroy you in the end.

It was one of those moments when you feel the future so much that it humbles the present.