Maybe that was how it was with all first loves. They own a little piece of your heart, always.

Happiness is a Slurpee and a hot pink straw.

I release you. I evict you from my heart. Because if I don't do it now, I never will.

I didn't want to make the same mistake my parents made. I didn't want my love to fade away one day like an old scar. I wanted it to burn forever.

Would you rather live one perfect day over and over or live your life with no perfect days but just decent ones?

But just because you bury something, that doesn't mean it stops existing. Those feelings, they'd been there all along. All that time. I had to face it.

For me there was-is-nothing better than walking on the beach late at night. It feels like you could walk forever, like the whole night is yours and so is the ocean. When you walk on the beach at night, you can say things you can't say in real life. In the dark you can feel really close to a person. You can say whatever you want.