When I stop at a stop sign, I don’t think about the distance I’ve crossed. I just wish I never had to stop.
My heart was closed. Cold. I was self-conscious and cynical.
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.
Even a falling star still shines.
I disliked the unfamiliar happiness more than the familiar sadness
Robbing someone of their smile and putting it on your own face doesn't make you happy.