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
Firsts are best because they are beginnings
Moments, when lost, can't be found again. They're just gone.
It's scary how easy promises were broken.
Maybe that was how it was with all first loves. They own a little piece of your heart, always.
I knew it in my bones. That this time was it. I had finally made my choice, and so had he. He let me go. I was relieved, which I expected. What I didn't expect was to feel so much grief.