I deserve to be happy. I'm sad it took me so long to get that. But I get it now.

And there are a million possibilities. Like the possibility of going separate ways. Together.

If you have to explain about how something's supposed to feel, it takes away all the magic.

Waiting for my real life to start is no excuse to waste the life I have right now.

But the thought of moving on from something I never had is depressing.

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

Things fall apart, even when you think they're stronger than anything you could ever imagine.