You have to find the right distance between people. Too close, and they overwhelm you, too far and they abandon you.

This year taught me that my loneliness has more to do with myself than anyone else. The loneliest I will ever be is when I do not have the strength to love myself.

I find the best way to love someone is not to change them, but instead, help them reveal the greatest version of themselves.

You fell in love with the artist, the one who, even after you broke their heart, made you look like something breathtaking, made you sound like a miracle. They wrote you a thousand poems, crafted you a million different ways, all making you exist within the lines of beauty. Do you know how lucky you are? To have broken the heart of someone, someone who will turn you into art? You’ve been alive before, but never like this.

I can feel this heart inside me and I conclude it exists. I can touch this world and I also conclude that it exists. All my knowledge ends at this point. The rest is hypothesis.