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.

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

There's no use in asking what if. No one could ever give you the answers.

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.

But the little things are what make up life

It's scary how easy promises were broken.