c'est la vie

I hope you fall in love with someone who never stops choosing you and I hope you feel at home when you look at them.

My love for you is like a relapsing addict’s relationship to their poison of choice. I tell everyone I don’t do it. I am ashamed to tell anyone I am doing it. But in the darkest of nights and loneliest of days loving you is how I get through

My feelings just changed. I had been waiting for you to realize you couldn’t go another day without me. I had played out every excuse you could of had for putting all that time between us. Missing you had become second nature to me. And somewhere in the last year, when I never got that phone call, and you never showed up at my window, and we never ran into each other, I just stopped feeling like I needed you so much.

I think part of the reason people take photos because they’re afraid that moment will never happen again.

It is not the distance that kills a relationship, it is the silence, the breakdown of communication and indifference.

You are the whole sky, and no amount of storms will make me unlove you.

When the right one comes along, you figure it out. You move mountains, you change your life and you do whatever it takes to keep them with you.

I don’t need someone to need me; I want someone to want me. I want to be a choice not a necessity.

Just because someone’s not loving you in the ways that you want them to doesn’t mean they don’t love you

Do not call me perfect, a lie is never a compliment. Call me an erratic damaged and insecure mess. Then tell me that you love me for it.

But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human.