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.

But the little things are what make up life

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

You'd rather make up a fantasy version of somebody in your head than be with a real person.

Love is scary: it changes; it can go away. That's the part of the risk. I don't want to be scared anymore.

We stood there, looking at each other, saying nothing. But it was the kind of nothing that meant everything.

It's scary how easy promises were broken.