Maybe I’ll see you in another life, if this one wasn’t enough.

I wish I wasn’t such a dreamer. I’ve ruined this life for myself.

You have no idea what a charming memory you are to me.

Sometimes human beings have to just sit in one place and hurt.

And when you told me what your favorite book was, I bought it and read it over and over… trying to find pieces of you in it.

You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.

There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe… and you.

I won’t say it wasn’t meant to be, because it was. We were. Only for a short while, maybe. But we were.

There’s a corner of my heart that is yours. And I don’t mean for now, or until I’ve found somebody else, I mean forever. I mean to say that whether I fall in love a thousand times over or once or never again, there’ll always be a small quiet place in my heart that belongs only to you.

I write because you exist.

Even though we never said it to each other, we knew.