You never know the last time you’ll see a place. A person.

Do you know what it's like to like someone so much you can't stand it and know that they'll never feel the same way

I release you. I evict you from my heart. Because if I don't do it now, I never will.

When someone's been gone a long time, at first you save up all the things you want to tell them. You try to keep track of everything in your head. But it's like trying to hold on to a fistful of sand: all the little bits slip out of your hands, and then you're just clutching air and grit.

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

I loved him in a way that you can really only do the first time around. It's the kind of love that doesn't know better and doesn't want to-it's dizzy and foolish and fierce. That kind of love is really a one-time-only thing.

If you were mine, I would never have broken up with you, not in a million years.