Maybe we’ll meet again, when we’re 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.

Never be ashamed of how much you love, or how quickly you fall. Love fully, love completely, but most importantly, love naturally — and don’t you ever apologize for it. Don’t ever be sorry for loving the way your heart knows how.

It took everything in my power to not tell you to go away only because I was terrified. I was terrified that you’d actually listen, and leave. And that was something I did not want.

It’s a goddamn tragedy that someone could take our innocent hearts and break it without care; that they could turn the person who radiates sun and turn them into pouring rain. It’s a goddamn tragedy that someone who once just loved and loved and loved does not any longer all because of a human who could not love them back, because someone opened their eyes to so much suffering. It’s a goddamn tragedy.