It feels strange to have spent much time wishing for something, for someone and then one day, suddenly, to just stop.
You can't put being in love on a scale. Either you are or you aren't.
We stood there, looking at each other, saying nothing. But it was the kind of nothing that meant everything.
Things couldn't stay the same forever.
Sometimes questions can be more cruel than insults.
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.