It's goodbye to some things. And hello to others.

The way you argued with me, you would have thought that we were debating the existence of God or whether or not we should move in together. These kinds of fights can never be won – even if you’re the victor, you’ve hurt the other person, and there has to be some loss associated with that.

Maybe tonight you're scared of falling, and maybe there's somebody here or somewhere else you're thinking about, worrying over, fretting over, trying to figure out if you want to fall, or how and when you're gonna land, and i gotta tell you, friends, to stop thinking about the landing, because it's all about falling.

I still don’t know if this is a good quality or a bad one, to be able to be in the moment and then step out of it.

I know the odds are all against me and I know you might not feel this way too but I know I would rather die trying to know if I could mean something to you

By the time I got there, you’d already decided. And I quickly decided to let you decide. You were already seeing the rooms as ours, and that was enough for me.

Its a fine line between love and stalking.