Love is never guaranteed. Love is a risk we take because we hope it will make us happy.

My thing is that I'm in love with love. Actually, I'm in love with the possibility of true love. Which could be considered a major problem.

Maybe there is no one perfect person and anyone you end up with will eventually make you think there’s someone better out there.

It's weird how time can change something you thought would always stay the same.

Who remembers everything about somebody?

And I just think that if you believe in something and you want it so much and you're not hurting anyone else, you have to go for it. Which sometimes means taking a risk, even if it's scary. But the thing you want most to happen doesn't stand a chance unless you give it one.

But maybe those things are like background noise if you’re from here. Maybe you have to experience this as a whole new place to appreciate it like I do.