So much passion that it nearly drowns me, pulling me under. And he's the only light, the only one to save me regardless of whether he's the one dooming me.

Sometimes you just have to choose to let things go, to move on.

Fuck, she's so fucking stubborn.

Nobody is a lost cause. They just think they are, so they don't even bother to try sometimes.

It was the way she looked at me the whole time. That look said more than she ever could and, in turn, scared me more than her words alone ever could.

I'm finally beginning to realize that you can only fight with someone over the same thing so many times before you're burned out.

Romance is overrated, realism it is.