Everybody starts out as strangers.

What compels any of us to do the things we do when deep down a part of us just wants to break free from it all?

To love someone so deeply means also that it will hurt a thousand times more when he disappoints or leaves you

Yesterday I thought about why I felt the need to get up at exactly the same time as the day before and do everything I did the day before. Why? What compels any of us to do the things we do when deep down a part of us just wants to break free from it all?

I have to live and make my own choices, my own mistakes. You have to let me be me, even if i suck at it sometimes." - Adria

I shattered that memory by going back there. Without realizing it until it was too late, I replaced that memory with the emptiness of that day.

I have never lived the way I lived during my short time with you. For the first time in my life, I’ve felt whole, alive, free. You were the missing piece of my soul, the breath in my lungs, the blood in my veins. I think that if past lives are real then we have been lovers in every single one of them. I’ve known you for a short time, but I feel like I’ve known you forever