But the little things are what make up life

Looking on the bright side of life never killed anybody.

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

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

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.

Would you rather live one perfect day over and over or live your life with no perfect days but just decent ones?

I think I see the difference now, between loving someone from afar and loving someone up close. When you see them up close, you see the real them, but they also get to see the real you.