Fake it till you make it actually worked.

Something given, something taken away. Does it always have to work like that?

Her hands were freezing, just like they always were, so I warmed them, just like I always did.

Traveling isn't something you're good at. It's something you do. Like breathing.

A long flight. Jetlag. Immigration. Customs. And then finally, that first step into a new place, that moment of exhilaration and disorientation, each feeding the other. That moment when anything can happen

Part of me knows one more day won't do anything except postpone the heartbreak. But another part of me believes differently. We are born in one day. We die in one day. We can change in one day. And we can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in just one day.

I actually feel something in my chest open, a feeling so intense, it’s like my heart’s about to burst. And I just let it. I just let it out.