Sometimes, I have to look twice at you just to see if you’re actually real. That much beauty is dangerous.

Love only gives hope if it is returned. A love not returned works like poison.

You love who you love and that’s who you love.

Life comes at you hard and fast, it doesn’t slow for anybody. It weathers you, destroys you. It breaks down your mind, body, and soul until there’s nothing left. Then what?

If not for love, then what else?