Why could we say more to each other when it counted less?

We only really remember things for five years. After that, what we remember, what's actually etched in our brain is our memory of the thing, not the thing itself. And five years after that, what's left is our memory of the memory.

It's harder to appreciate what you don't have to look hard to find.

You can't finish the things you weren't supposed to start.

Sometimes you don't know it. What you have been waiting your whole life for. You don't know until it is happening.

There are words and there are feelings and somewhere between where the two meet is the truth

That's the brutality of a breakup, isn't it? The people leaving think they did everything possible, the people left behind think what is possible hasn't even been tested yet.