Coincidence is just a safe conformist for fate.
The moment you see someone attractive, you can't help but make note of it. It's human nature.
Ultimately, it's my choice and only my choice.
One more thing: don’t feel bad for not telling me that you loved me. You didn’t need to say it. I knew all along that you did.
You're like a philosopher with tattoos.
I’m starting to get used to this feeling of not caring about anything.