It's as if when you love someone, they become your reason.

I say good-bye to hope, but I also say good-bye to hope's disappointment.

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.

I can flirt with the best of them, but only when it doesn't matter.

Every two people cause and intersection. Every person alters the world.

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.

They never played games with each other, they never had tow worry where they stood, because if either of them had a moment of wavering, the other would say I love you and would mean it and all doubts were forgiven because in this one case it was found that love conquers all.