It's scary how easy promises were broken.
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.
When boy likes you, you say no thank you. You don't kick him on the ground.
When you walk on the beach at night, you can say things you can't say in real life.
There's no use in asking what if. No one could ever give you the answers.
You never know the last time you’ll see a place. A person.