There are some things I can't control, & that's just the way it is.

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.

Standing in the line at the food court, I try to be myself. But I forget how I usually stand when I'm myself.

Physical attraction that strong is addictive. And knowing that kind of magic isn’t just a fantasy makes me want to find it again. But what about being with someone who makes me a better person? What about sharing my life with someone who adores me as much as I adore him, whom I can always count on, who helps me find my way when I’m lost?

I wish emotional bruises healed like physical ones.

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.