talk about our big plans

“I think some people are just inexplicably bonded. Drawn by forces beyond their own comprehension, they have no choice but to gravitate toward one another. Destined by fate to keep crossing paths until they finally get it right.”

“Make sure that the love is worth the price of a broken heart.”

“How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust–and also to make you feel so whole?”

“This is the strange way of the world, that people who simply want to love are instead forced to become warriors.”

“I have often prayed for you like this: Let me have her.”

“She looks like I’ll be writing about her later.”

When they ask you what your favorite moment is, you will say her. You will always say her.

She scares the hell out of me and calms my soul at the same time. Maybe that’s what love is—a total contradiction that somehow balances out.

We were never friends. Not for a second. I loved you.

If someday the moon calls you by your name don’t be surprised, because every night I tell her about you.

I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’

Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.

I’m so good at beginnings, but in the end I always seem to destroy everything, including myself.