Things couldn't stay the same forever.

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

There hadn’t been one specific moment. It was like gradualy waking up. You go from being asleep to the space between dreaming and awake and then into consciousness. It’s a slow process, but when you’re awake, there’s no mistaking it. There was no mistaking that it had been love.

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

I will never look at you in the same way ever again. I'll never be that girl again. The girl who comes running back every time you push her away, the girl who loves you anyway.

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

You can't put being in love on a scale. Either you are or you aren't.