Some people make you want to be a better person, and that, for me, is the purest form of love.

When someone's success makes you as happy as if it were your own, you know you've found someone worth holding on to.

Human interaction. The most complicated form of happiness I will never figure out.

It was quite a beautiful thing, the way we simply just came to be. With no effort or trying, just slowly finding each other’s hands in the dark. No chains or promises, just a simple sign of hopethat things will go on and get better.

Love. I will choose love. And I’m scared and shy, of everyone and everything, to make a fool of myself; to be laughed at; to not be what people would like me to be. But I will choose love because that’s the sort of person I want to be.