I love you,” she says. “I love you,” I say. And then we hang up, because nothing else needs to be said after that. I want to give Zara her life back. Even if I feel I deserve something like this, I don’t deserve it at her expense.

willyoupleasebequiet: are you ready? bluejeanbaby: for what? willyoupleasebequiet: the future willyoupleasebequiet: because i think it just started

Pride is allowed to have an element of worry, especially when you are a mother.

the world loves stupid labels. i wish we got to choose our own.

It won't be a normal life-I know that. But it will be a life. A life together.

Measure the hope of that moment, that feeling. Everything else will be measured against it.

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.