These are the pieces of my youth, the small secrets and the not-so-great expectations that defined my coming of age.

These are the pieces of my youth, the small secrets and the not-so-great expectations that defined my coming of age.

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

The musician and the listener. If this is love between two strangers watching each other from afar, that rough, burning moment when you rush in and kiss is the show.

Robbing someone of their smile and putting it on your own face doesn't make you happy.

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

I disliked the unfamiliar happiness more than the familiar sadness