People get over love. They can live without it, they can move on. Love can be lost and found again. But that won't happen for me. I won't survive you, Eva.

Angel, a crowd of millions couldn’t hide you from me. I found you once. I’ll always find you.

It's a full time job with a part-time companion.

Contentment and happiness didn't exist in my life for more than a few moments at a time, and they were really only illusionary. There was always something hidden. Lying in wait to spring up and ruin everything.

We’ll never be over, Eva.

I love you. Still not the right word, but i know you want to hear it.

I've learned to allow myself the room to fall in love with what I'm writing.