When the sun meets the sky and you finally find what it is you’re looking for, I’ll no longer be here.We’ll both be dead and that voice you hear inside your head, I hope it’s dead too. I hope you’ll be at peace and all those words I said meant something.

You look for truth in the beginning, but nothing makes sense until the end.

I didn’t fear you. I feared us. I feared what could have been. I feared what could be. I feared the connection we had between each other. The toxicity because I could grasp the danger.

How you react to a situation says more about you than you know.

If I had amnesia, I know I would fall in love with you all over again.

When you know, you know and it flows in your mind like waves. Coming forward as it pulls with the tide. It brings anxiety, terror, and it’s beyond anything plausible.

The hard part wasn’t breaking up. The hard part is forcing myself to fall out of love with you.

You were like fine wine, but cheap wine gets you drunk faster.

One day he’ll realize he is and was wrong. But that’s for him to figure out. You can’t change people or make them realize things they don’t want to see.