Love is scary: it changes; it can go away. That's the part of the risk. I don't want to be scared anymore.

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

Things couldn't stay the same forever.

It feels strange to have spent much time wishing for something, for someone and then one day, suddenly, to just stop.

I need you to know that no matter what happens, it was worth it to me. Being with you, loving you. It was all worth it

Moments, when lost, can't be found again. They're just gone.

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.