wanderlust

That’s the problem with putting others first; you’ve taught them you come second.

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.

Love is hard work.

Someday you will look back and know exactly why it had to happen.

know this: you can start over, each morning.

Sometimes you’ve got to be able to listen to yourself and be okay with no one else understanding.

Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.

He decided then that he would love her forever no matter what came to pass. It was not so much a matter of deciding as accepting the inevitability of it.