Love is like an eternal flame, once it is lit, it will continue to burn for all time.

Decisions. Where, what, why. Can't handle them. So I'm prolonging the indecision with higher education.

Somewhere deep within the marrow of our marrow, we were the same.

There’s a ghost of a dream that you don’t even try to shake free off because you’re too in love with the way she haunts you.

We should have stories in common, I found myself thinking. We should have stories, and jokes no one understands, and memories that we know will stay alive because neither of us will let the other forget.

When you can be this, why are you ever anything else? - Broken Verses

Is love stronger when it let's go or when it holds on?