We're all wayward.

I cannot rid myself of the feeling that I’m not in the right place.

No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.

Somebody who betters you. Somebody who inspires and encourages you in love and in life, who pushes you towards dreams and goals you’d otherwise ignore, who selflessly sacrifices their time to helping you become a more courageous, well rounded and happy human being. That’s sacred. You hold on to a love like that.

I can’t forget you. I remember our last day. Lying together, in each others arms. The way you looked into my eyes. The way your lips tasted. The way you said my name. How it felt being so close to you. I can’t forget.

Stay is a sensitive word. we wear who stayed and who left in our skin forever.