Understand that we must lose our way, over and over, before we can find the best version of ourselves.

We’re kids, aren't we? Yes, kids with grown-up powers.

There is so much anxiety in the beginning. So much hope and faith. But it's all unnecessary. Once you give your heart away, it's out of your hands. And there's nothing you can do to change the fact that love is, or it isn't. It will either work or it won't.

I can't deny this is all my fault. I have no one else to blame for my life falling to pieces. But let me ask you this: is pain any less valid when it is self-inflicted?Doesn't it hurt just as much?

In all our wrongs,I want to write him,in a time whereI can find him.Before the tearsthat tore us.When our history wasbefore us.

I live my life between being lovedor being knownwishing the two were oneTo be loved is a wave rushing past the shoreline; filling every voidTo be known is an achethat never goes awayNow that you love me, are afraidto know me? Will distance tell youwhat your heart refuses to see?You're too close to me, my loveYou're missing everything