Love [is] supposed to move mountains, to make the world go round, to be all you need, but it [falls] apart at the deatils. It [can't] save a single person.

Everyone has a story; everyone hides his past as a means of self-preservation. Some just do it better, and more thoroughly, than others.

When you are attracted to people, it's because of the details. Their kindness. Their eyes. The fact that they can get you to laugh when you need it the most.

How could I not have seen this coming, when I looked into your eyes and vowed to be with you forever?

Did you ever walk through a room that's packed with people, and feel so lonely you can hardly take the next step?

What I want, more than anything, is to turn back time a little. To become the kid I used to be, who believed whatever my mother said was one hundred percent true and right without looking hard enough to see the hairline crack.

Once the world was pulled out from beneath your feet, did you ever get to stand on firm ground again?