Impulsiveness can be charming but deliberation can have an appeal, as well.

As if he was beating me to the punch, his words living forever, while I was left speechless, no rebuttal, no words left to say.

The fate of your heart is your choice and no one else gets a vote

Maybe, you just misplaced it, you know? It's been there. But you just haven't been looking in the right spot. Because lost means forever, it's gone. But misplaced... that means it's still around, somewhere. Just not where you thought.

You know, when you think about it, that’s kind of a weird thing. I mean it’s meant to be sympathetic, right? But it’s kind of not. Like you’re telling the person there’s nothing unique about what they’re saying I considered this as a couple of kids on Rollerblades whizzed past, hockey sticks over their shoulders. “Yeah,” I said, finally, “but you could also look at it the other way. Like no matter how bad things are for you, I can still relate.

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

Not for the first time, I wished both of us could just say what we meant. But that, like so much else, was impossible