Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August. Winters are simply a time to count the weeks until the next summer

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

I've always loved the first day of school better than the last day of school. Firsts are best because they are beginnings.

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

You can't put being in love on a scale. Either you are or you aren't.

That's when I finally got it. I finally understood. It wasn't the thought that counted. It was the actual execution that mattered, the showing up for somebody. The intent behind it wasn't enough. Not for me. Not anymore. It wasn't enough to know that deep down, he loved me. You had to actually say it to somebody, show them you cared. And he just didn't. Not enough.

I will never look at you in the same way ever again. I'll never be that girl again. The girl who comes running back every time you push her away, the girl who loves you anyway.