I have always been aware of how I break. I know what kind of situations will break me. I know what kind of people will do it. I know how much it will hurt.

The tenderness between two people can turn the air tender, the room tender, time itself tender. As I step out of bed and slip on an oversize shirt, everything around me feels like it's the temperature of happiness.

There is no word for our kind of friendship. Two people who don't see each other a lot, but can make each other effortlessly happy

But I guess you don't see the planets when you're staring at the sun. You just get blinded.

We found out a long time ago that we weren’t meant to fall in love with each other. But a part of me still fell in hope with him.

Your life is inescapable. Unless you decide to escape it.

There has to be a moment at the beginning where you wonder whether you’re in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself. If the moment doesn’t pass, that’s it—you’re done. And if the moment does pass, it never goes that far. It stands in the distance, ready for whenever you want it back. Sometimes it’s even there when you thought you were searching for something else, like an escape route, or your lovers’ face.