rusted chanels

We aren’t the things we collect, acquire, read. We are, for as long as we are here, only love. The things we loved. The people we loved. And these, I think these really do live on.

I was melancholy when you went away.

Excuse me for being so intellectual. I know you would prefer something nice and feminine and affectionate.

For what it’s worth: It’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over.

“I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today.”

To be able to say: I loved this person, we had a hell of a nice time together, it’s over but in a way it will never be over and I do know that I for sure loved this person, to be able to say that and mean it, that’s rare…That’s rare and valuable.

Watching you walk out of my life does not make me bitter or cynical about love. But rather makes me realize that if I wanted so much to be with the wrong person how beautiful it will be when the right one comes along.

“We just got to accept that some people can only be in our hearts, not in our lives.”

Don’t throw away your logic for an emotion you will feel temporarily.