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“Dear Journal, make me believe in a better tomorrow. So far all I’ve done is mourn almost lovers. Maybe I was right about myself all this time. Maybe…”

“There are people who are always in love with the sky, no matter the weather. One day you will find someone who’ll love you the same way.”

“Love… Force it and it disappears. You cannot will love, nor even control it. You can only guide its expression. It comes or it goes according to those qualities in life that invite it or deny its presence. —”

“Everyone wants the scent of flowers, but few dirty their hands to cultivate them.”

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”