Firsts are best because they are beginnings

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

It’s hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing away a part of yourself.

We stood there, looking at each other, saying nothing. But it was the kind of nothing that meant everything.

Maybe that was how it was with all first loves. They own a little piece of your heart, always.

He didn't give me flowers or candy. He gave me the moon and the stars. Infinity.

For me there was-is-nothing better than walking on the beach late at night. It feels like you could walk forever, like the whole night is yours and so is the ocean. When you walk on the beach at night, you can say things you can't say in real life. In the dark you can feel really close to a person. You can say whatever you want.