Sometimes I scare myself with how quickly I can come up with lies.

I realize that it's not that difficult to remember what people like, especially when you care about them.

Bucket lists are supposed to be about doing things you've always dreamt about not torturing yourself.

There are plenty of other ways to mend a broken heart, and doing some list full of stuff that you don't want to do doesn't have to be one of them.

And yet you thought he was the one? Imagine a lifetime without laughter.

Is that what you meant when you said the more you love a person the harder your heart breaks?

I must have truly been under his spell, believing anything is acceptable when you're in love.