Two great things happened to me. One was that I survived. The other was that I met you, because I knew why

All you need to get by in this world is the memory of love

I call you my soulmate because I lost myself in you and then found myself through you. Sure, when you are gone, I will be a fraction but the common denominator has always been me.

We exist only to exist.

Kiss your scars. Fall in love with them. They ought to serve as life-affirming reminders—a lingering trace of hope. The only reason we have these scars is because we survived and are still here.