All we have ever known.

That’s how you know you love someone, I guess. When you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.

Don’t do that. Don’t skip stages in your life. You’re 19, kiss a few boys and wear your heart on your sleeve. There will come a time when you’re 39 and stuck in a suit, wondering why the hell you were so eager to grow up in the first place.

I’m in love with everything that is unreachable– the stars, the moon, and you.

One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.

I’d love to, but only with you.

You’re never going to be 100% ready and it’s never going to be just the right time, but that’s the point. It means that every moment is also the right moment. If you want it, you just have to do it.

I’m still a bit of a romantic and an idealist and hopelessly naive.

Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.’