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.

It's the imperfections that make things beautiful.

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

Sometimes it’s like people are a million times more beautiful to you in your mind. It’s like you see them through a special lens—but maybe if it’s how you see them,that’s how they really are.It’s like the whole tree falling in the forest thing.

It's scary how easy promises were broken.

I loved the feeling of talking and having somebody really listen to what I have to say. It was like a high or something.

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