I dream about finding an exception and finding someone who would make me believe in love and realize that it can work out.

I think the perfection of love is that it's not perfect.

You can spend so much time wanting someone and they can have absolutely no idea.

Don’t worry. You may think you’ll never get over it. But you also thought it would last forever.

There's an old poem by Neruda that I've always been captivated by, and one of the lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time I read it. It says "love is so short, forgetting is so long." It's a line I've related to in my saddest moments, when I needed to know someone else had felt that exact same way. And when we're trying to move on, the moments we always go back to aren't the mundane ones. They are the moments you saw sparks that weren't really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened, and then saw it slip away without any warning.

I stay out too late, got nothing in my brain.

I'm the type of person, I have to study to get an A on the test.