He laughed. I suddenly wanted to laugh, to laugh with him, to sit here, or maybe outside in the rain, and just laugh with him. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t even smile.

I don’t want to be a person with full hands, resting from dreams, but a person full of dreams unable to rest his hands.

Rather than someone that i can't take my eyes off, I want to find someone that I can't take my heart off

I always make sure there’s an opening in my room - an inch at the door, or maybe even at the window. My grandmother taught me that if one dies during sleep, the soul needs an exit, or it will be forever trapped in the room.

My heart was closed. Cold. I was self-conscious and cynical.

All the promises we made in the beginning, did we forget because we were busy? Or are we already too busy forgetting?

You lose yourself trying to hold on to someone who doesn't care about losing you