Once in a while I sit down in front of a blank page and I try to put my emotions into words that never come. Perhaps this is something only meant to be felt. But why do I feel as though I’ll implode if I don’t let it out?
You can be in a relationship for two years and feel nothing; you can be in a relationship for 2 months and feel everything. Time is not a measure of quality; of infatuation, or of love.
Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know — because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly… and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.