The hardest part of ending is starting again.

Be weird. Be random. Be who you are. Because you never know who would love the person you hide.

“Don’t abuse a kind heart. You may never be offered one again.”

“We cried for someone who didn’t love us… On the shoulder of someone who did.”

“If it is destroying you then it is not love my dear.”

“There’s really no shortcut to forgetting someone. You just have to endure missing them everyday until you don’t anymore.”

“Endless kisses from you is all I need.”

“When you least expect it something great will come along. Something better than you ever planned for. Be patient. Be smart. Stay focused.”

“I look for ways to say “I love you””

Sometimes I don’t even understand what I feel for you. And so I don’t feel like my feelings are valid. I feel like I can’t talk about you anymore, or even think about loving you, because I was never yours to begin with.

Loving someone who doesn’t love you back is like hugging a cactus — the tighter you hold on, the more it hurts.