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

But just because you bury something, that doesn't mean it stops existing. Those feelings, they'd been there all along. All that time. I had to face it.

When you walk on the beach at night, you can say things you can't say in real life.

I loved the feeling of talking and having somebody really listen to what I have to say. It was like a high or something.

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.

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

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