I hope these simple things are what I forever love about life, for then I will be happy no matter where I find myself.

I knew you didn't love me, but I dangerously adored you anyways.

I wanted to say "don't leave me," but I'm so tired of begging people to stay.

I'm starting to learn that if things are messy, or pieces don't get put back right, they are going to hurt, either way.

This is how you love: you do it in all the wrong ways, because that is the only way we know how.

But, darling, I need you to know, you loving me will not heal me. Please realize, I already know that. And I do not expect it to.

I have never been drawn to luxury. I love the simple things; coffee shops, books, and people who try to understand.

People should love in the same way that they should write; insistently, fervently, forever.

And not one person would notice the grey parts of her until it was too late, because everyone falls for a pretty face.