Your past is always your past. Even if you forget it, it remembers you.

Needing was so easy: it came naturally, like breathing. Being needed by someone else, though, that was the hard part. But as with giving help and accepting it, we had to do both to be made complete-like links overlapping to form a chain, or a lock finding the right key.

Your past is always your past. Even if you forget it, it remembers you.

Holding people away from you, and denying yourself love, that doesn't make you strong. if anything, it makes you weaker. Because you're doing it out of fear.

That was the thing. You just never knew. Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really all about.

It is kind of hard to hold a lot in. But for me… it’s sometimes even harder to let it out.

for once, you believed in yourself. you believed you were beautiful and so did the rest of the world.