One cannot always be productive.

Things from your past cannot change. Letting go and moving on is being apart of the human race.

When you look back at memories and you think about all the moments you shared with someone, it looks like a kaleidoscope of colors from a dream. The only difference is that you've woken up and the colors have faded.

I'll be here waiting, till there's nothing left to wait for.

Don't worry, don't panic.

Everything was perfect, the feeling was mutual. I'm not sure what changed but it feels like you've died and I'm left with this love that I can't give anyone.