"Sometimes I would open my eyes when we were kissing, I would watch him and I could see it. I could actually see love - not words, not an emotion, not an abstract concept or a subjective state of mind, but a living, breathing thing." 

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It’s not always pretty, but it’s real. It’s life and it’s pretty much all we’ve got. You gotta roll with the punches, always put on a smile, even when you’re sad, life’s too short to live any other way.

Have you ever thought about all of the different ways there are to love a person? People come and go from your life, but it seems like every single one I’ve loved takes a little piece of me, and I keep a little piece of them.

I am unbreakable, but it looks like I could sometime soon. You are unreachable, about as possible as me touching the moon. I am unraveling, unbearably empty. And if this grounds gives way, I just hope that you’ll catch me.

It’s just that…I think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It’s the universe’s way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It’s how life is.