I don't understand my sudden obsession with staring at her, but i can't seem to stop.

His memory is the last place i want to be. I would give anything to always be in his present.

There can't be a maybe someday between us. There will never be a maybe someday.

People don't get to choose who they fall in love with. The only get to choose who they stay in love with.

I feel like my maybe someday just became my right now.

Every incident chips away at your limit. Every time you choose to stay, it makes the next time that much harder to leave. Eventually, you lose sight of your limit altogether, because you start to think, ‘I’ve lasted five years now. What’s five more?