I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.
You don’t know how deeply you are intertwined with someone until you try to walk away from them.
How can emptiness be so heavy?
Love, the simplest, strongest, and most unforgiving of all emotions.
There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves; it is not my nature. My attachments are always excessively strong.
I’m with you. No matter what else you have in your head I’m with you and I love you.
No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same.