We kissed a lot but it didn't feel like love.

To me, home was never a place; it was a feeling. It was the way the people I loved said my name.

My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations.

I’d do it all over again, you know. I wouldn't trade one second if it meant we were right here, in this moment.

It's the things we love the most that eventually destroy us.

Even if it's not what I want to hear, I'll always want honesty from someone rather than some lie.

We loved each other, just never at the same time.

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