Love was a lot more complicated when you had a lot of time on your hands.

Sometimes we hurt the ones we love, but hurting ourselves to avoid it doesn’t make it better.

She affected me, even when she was absent.

I wanted to punch him and understand him at the same time.

Among my stillness was a pounding heart.

I’ve always wondered why love has to be so full of conflict and strife. Why can’t love be simple? Why can’t it just be as pure as two people who realize that they can’t live as well, or as happily, apart as they can together?