"But how can you fucking move on with your life? After everything that happened to us, I’m sitting here pouring my heart out to the wall, while you’re out and about with all your new friends, never mentioning me and never once pausing to think about when you would wrap your arms around my waist or when you would call us a couple and share your food with me or even when you would sing with me and say you love me. How can a person erase three years worth of memories within a month?"

"People may not tell you how they feel about you, but they always show you. Pay attention."

"I like to feel his eyes on me when I look away."

"I would rather sleep on your chest than a hundred pillows."

"Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart."

"You never get over it. But you get to where it doesn’t bother you so much."