life was perfect. not the kind of perfect where nothing is wrong, but the kind of perfect where the wrongs don't matter
between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost
there are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice
and all at once, everything changed
have respect for yourself, and patience and compassion. with these, you can handle anything
i opened my mouth, almost said something. almost. the rest of my life might have turned out differently if i had. but i didn't
you know, whenever i try to walk away from you, it feels like i'm walking away from the rightest wrong thing there ever was
and in that moment, i swear, we were infinite
a person who values you, wouldn't ever put themselves in a position to lose you
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