He rises over me, a second sun, and fills me with light and heat.
I am not keeping my distance because it is uncomfortable for me, but because it is uncomfortable for them.
It does'nt matter who forgives you, if you're the one who can't forget.
Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.
Life is not a plot; it's in the details.
Listen, I would say, this is not how I thought our lives would go; and may be we cannot find our way out of this alley. But there is no one I'd rather be lost with.