Things couldn't stay the same forever.
There hadn’t been one specific moment. It was like gradualy waking up. You go from being asleep to the space between dreaming and awake and then into consciousness. It’s a slow process, but when you’re awake, there’s no mistaking it. There was no mistaking that it had been love.
Moments, when lost, can't be found again. They're just gone.
In the dark you can feel really close to a person. You can say whatever you want.
Firsts are best because they are beginnings
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.