The Universe of Us

I want us to talk again—like the way we did before we wanted to do anything more than that. I want us to talk.

and every time the sun goes down, I think of all the things I wish I could tell you

I think maybe we were cursed or just plain unlucky. You had your ideas about love, and I had mine. And as much as we tried, we couldn’t make it work. I don’t think it was the lack of feeling or intention that broke us—it was one small misunderstanding after another. Isn’t it strange how a minor disparity can grow into a ravine? In the end, it was enough to tear us apart.

Love was never meant to be black and white.

Until It’s Gone
“Some people don’t know what they have until it’s gone.”
“But what about the ones who do know? The ones who never took a damn thing for granted? Who tried their hardest to hold on, yet could only look on helplessly while they lost the thing they loved the most.”
“Isn’t it so much worse for them?”

I think you were always meant to know me a little better than anyone else.

You only get one chance to fall in love with your heart still whole.

don’t want you to love me because I’m good for you, because I say and do all the right things. Because I am everything you have been looking for.

My mother once said to me there are two kinds of men you’ll meet.

You can’t wage war on love if you don’t know your limits.