Robbing someone of their smile and putting it on your own face doesn't make you happy.
You lose yourself trying to hold on to someone who doesn't care about losing you
Doesn't the world inside a black and white photograph seem more real? It's because the real world is losing its color
I disliked the unfamiliar happiness more than the familiar sadness
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.
Maybe the start line was supposed to be your finish line. Don’t be afraid to walk backwards.