Freedom is also about what you will allow yourself to do.

That strange, twisted, torn love. That conflict between what your heart knows is right and what your mind is told is right.

I have already spent roughly five thousand hours asleep next to you. This has to mean something.

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

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

I want you to be honest with me. Even if it hurts. Although I would prefer for it not to hurt.

The most understandable thing in the world should be how minutes lead to hours, how hours lead to days, how days can make a year. And yet, this neat progression can still be surprising.