When you’re struggling with something, look at all the people around you and realize that every single person you see is struggling with something, and to them, it’s just as hard as what you’re going through.
Passion and satisfaction go hand in hand, and without them, any happiness is only temporary, because there’s nothing to make it last.
When I look in the mirror, I know I’m looking at someone who isn’t sure she deserves to be loved at all.
Passion is passion. It’s the excitement between the tedious spaces, and it doesn’t matter where it’s directed.
Our story has three parts: a beginning, a middle, and an end. And although this is the way all stories unfold, I still can’t believe that ours didn’t go on forever.
Love meant that you care for another person’s happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be.
In our time together, you claimed a special place in my heart, one I’ll carry with me forever and that no one can ever replace.
I love you, not just for now, but for always, and I dream of the day that you’ll take me in your arms again.
I fell in love with her when we were together, then fell deeper in love with her in the years we were apart.