It’s not who you are that holds you back. It’s who you think you’re not.
Because we all need somebody to talk to.
Somebody that will listen.
Somebody that understands.
I still love you.
Sucks for me, huh?
What I’m supposed to do when the best part of me was always you.
I think you could fall in love with anyone if you got to see the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around for a day and saw them crying in their bed or singing to themselves as they make a sandwich. I think, after seeing them at their most vunerable, you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.
Dreams feel real while we’re in them. It’s only when we wake up that we realize something was actually strange.
I want to be in love. again.
It’s so hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember.


