Jude wasn't just my first love. He was my forever love.

Love isn’t only love, sweetheart. It’s hard work, and trust, and tears, with even a few glimpses of devastation. But at the end of each day, if you can still look at the person at your side and can’t imagine anyone else you’d rather have there, the pain and heartache and the ups and downs of love are worth it.

When you find someone you want to spend forever with you, you don't let them go, whether forever turns out to be a day or a year of fifty years. Don't let the fear of losing them keep you from loving them.

My life wasn’t how I planned it would be. It wasn’t even close. It was a thousand times better.

Black absorbs all color, accepts them, takes them into it and let them define it. Gray isn't anything but itself. It absorbs nothing but itself.

Caring for someone is scary, because you both know how it feels to lose someone in the span of a heartbeat.

I try to keep the happy memories. If that's what you call selective memories, I'm good with that.