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If only he cared this much all the time. If only it didn’t take me leaving to unbury a piece of the person I’d fallen in love with.

There was no growth without risk, no progress without change

Seeing her smile is like watching the sun rise, and being with her is the only time I feel alive. No other woman compares

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Even in a crowd of hundreds, she stood out like a sunflower in a field of weeds

I tried to look away, her presence demanded my attention like a rainbow in a sky of gray

I wanted to know everything, every memory, every piece in detail that would help solve the puzzle of my fascination with her

Part of me hungered for insights to her background, the way, a beggar hungered for food

He altered the shape of every space he entered

Stepping out of Kai‘s arms was like leaving a cozy fire lit cabin to traverse the mountains in the dead of winter

She shone too brightly for the dark

She looked as out of place as a diamond among rocks

I remembered all our interactions in vivid detail wether I wanted to or not. She’d touched down my life like a tornado, gotten my drink wrong her first shift and hadn’t left my thoughts since.

Time turns houses into museums and lovers in to strangers and songs into sadness

I realize the sub were out there. I was all the things I wasn’t. And I realized that if you aim to be something you are not, you will fail. So I had to be who I was. The only way to learn is to live.

The thing with Love is that it can feel so eternal that it could be mistaken for something that will be around forever. Like a rock formation. Or the sky. But love is like every other human thing-it withers without attention.

Live how the dead would if only they had the chance

Love is a garden. You have to keep tending to it

All that time. All that waste. And he wondered why he hadn’t been better at it, at living in time, while he’d had the chance.

The existence of tragedy in your life does not mean that your whole life has to be that way

The dead were nothing to fear. It was the living that contained unknown terrors

Success is just the distance you travel from where you started

“ I miss you” said the ghost. And the word stayed there, as they always had, silently hanging in the air.

“He also wondered how much of history was this— not words and deeds, but gazes and unsaid longings and subtle transgressions”

That was one of the things he liked about her. The way she had an impulse to make the awkward film normal. It was a kind of care.