It feels strange to have spent much time wishing for something, for someone and then one day, suddenly, to just stop.
If you were mine, I would never have broken up with you, not in a million years.
He didn't give me flowers or candy. He gave me the moon and the stars. Infinity.
You'd rather make up a fantasy version of somebody in your head than be with a real person.
You never know the last time you’ll see a place. A person.
It’s hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing away a part of yourself.