Can we go back?

“There are two people you’ll meet in your life. One will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that pique their interest. The other will take his or her time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe fold corners of you that inspired them most. You will meet these two people; it is a given. It is the third that you’ll never see coming. That one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book.”

“Romeo and Juliet is my favorite story about how when you fall in love, it’s best to just kill yourself.”

“The thing is, I know that you don’t love me, and I know you only want me for my body, and yet with all these things painfully obvious I still choose to put myself through the pain just to intertwine my body with yours at 11pm on a lonely night.”

“Someone once told me “The feelings will wear off”. And I thought they were so stupid. Feelings never wear off. No matter how hard we try to forget them, we can’t forget the love we knew we had when our eyes first met, we can’t forget the electricity that went through our entire body when we first kissed, we can’t forget the way our hands just intertwined and just completed us, we can’t forget the excitement of meeting in the staircase ,secretly, missing lessons just to see each other for a few more hours. The feelings never wear off, we can suppress them and lock them away somewhere even we can’t reach, but we can’t forget them. Not because they were too good, it’s because they were too important.”

“The truth is that nobody is owed an apology for anything. Apologies are lovely when they happen. But they change nothing. They do not reverse actions or correct damage. They are merely nice to hear.”

“I learned the hard way that I cannot always count on others to respect my feelings - even if I respect theirs. Being a good person doesn’t guarantee that others will be good people. You only have control over yourself and how you choose to be as a person. As for others, you can only choose to accept them or walk away.”

“I haven’t loved anyone like that , not after you .”

“He will always be my first. First love, first kiss, first behind-my-parent’s back, first night alone with a boy who was interested in more than my body or football scores. He will always be my almost. Almost boyfriend, almost dating, almost committing, almost telling people but never knowing what we are. He will always be the boy who chose another girl. I will always be the girl she thinks he cheated with. I will always live my life wondering how different we would have been if she had never uttered his name. I will always live wondering how far we could have gone. I will always live wondering if he ever actually loved me.”

“I wish I could forget the taste of your whiskey infused lips or the feeling of your hands on my waist.”