I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.

Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.

“I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that l’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love.”

you didn't say sorry, not really. you said sorry only when i pushed about it, you said it like an afterthought, like - oh fine, if this is what you want. the apology was already tearing itself apart in the air. you said sorry, but you caused this. you said sorry you feel that way, i guess. you said: what else do you want me to say? you've already made up your mind to be angry about this.

“People grow apart, and sometimes, there’s nothing anyone can do about it.”

“When someone leaves you once, you expect it to happen again. Eventually you stop getting close enough to people to let them become important to you, because then you don’t notice when they drop off your world.”

"This is what I like about photographs. They’re proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect."

“I blamed myself for a long time thinking I was the thing that wasn’t enough but I realize the only thing that wasn’t enough was his feelings for me. He cared about me, but not enough to stop him from hurting me. He appreciated me, but not enough to make him grateful to have me. He loved me, but not enough to make him stay with me. But me? I was always enough. I was worthy of being cared for, appreciated, and loved. And it is not my fault that he left.”

It's not that I don't wanna talk about it. I just don't wanna trust anybody anymore."

Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again

“Is it possible, in the final analysis, for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of another? We can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person, but in the end, how close can we come to that person’s essence? We convince ourselves that we know the other person well, but do we really know anything important about anyone?”

"You know," she began, "it's funny that I've been exhausting myself by running away from reality." she took a deep breath and said, "but every time I run, I always ended up facing it instead."

“It scares me to love someone so completely, and not have them love you back.”