Asters never bend with the rainfall

“I don’t know how I feel sometimes. I do, but it’s just that I can’t express how I feel. I feel as though I am different from everyone around me. I feel so weird that I socialise so much and still only end up sharing my thoughts to those two or three friends. I cry without even knowing the reason behind doing so. I think. I cloud my brain, with these meaningless thoughts that are of utter insignificance. I ponder on the fact of why people talk to me. Why do they like me? And I ask them. And they answer. And after a few weeks I ask them again. As if I am unsure if they want me in their life anymore or not, because I feel I am so different than everybody else that there is no place for me to fit in.”

“Aloneness is obviously not isolation, and it is not uniqueness. To be unique is merely to be exceptional in some way, whereas to be completely alone demands extraordinary sensitivity, intelligence, understanding.”

“Don’t be unnecessarily burdened by the past. Go on closing the chapters that you have read; there is no need to go back again and again.”

“Sometimes, people just cannot grasp the life philosophy that everything is just temporary in this world…that the person who literally means the world to you today will not necessarily mean the world to you tomorrow. Sometimes, people just cannot grasp the idea that true love does not undoubtedly have to be forever…it merely has to be authentic enough for you to know that the affection and fondness you have for each other at that moment are real regardless of what the future brings…authentic enough that it hurts like hell when you part ways.”

“I love you so much, not even words can describe, not even actions would come close to how much I love you. I could try and show you yet I would fail miserably cause it won’t be enough. I want to do everything for you. I want to make you feel so loved and cared for like you make me feel. I want to hold you as close to me as possible and feel your warmth wrapped around my skin as we both lay under the blankets. I want to make you feel so safe you wouldn’t want to leave this place. I want you to know how much I adore every little tiny thing of you. You’re my everything. My whole entire world. My dream and reality. And yet, you don’t get it.”

To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.