Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be lost so easily.
Knowing someone isn’t coming back doesn’t mean you ever stop waiting.
If you’re gonna keep being cute then you’ll have to kiss me, I’m sorry I don’t make the rules
This is beautiful
I want a marriage like this.
And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine.’ But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.