We spend so much of our passion on our first love. I’m not convinced that it—passion—is one of those things that you have an endless amount of—like happiness or sadness. I could be happy all day. I could be sad all day. But I’m not so sure I’ll ever love like that again.

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Hope is a funny thing when you think about it. It’s something you always have. You just have to believe you do.

At times, the road will be hard, the days will be long, and the journey you’ve traveled won’t feel like a song. But know that I’ll always love you, and with love, all is certain.

You are my love of loves, my dream of dreams, my hope of hopes…and I would take the journey all over again because it led me to you, because it’s our story–the story of us.

I just want you to know that I love you with everything I am—a million times a million and to the moon and back.

I gave him a piece of my heart a long time ago, and once you give that away, I’ve learned you don’t so easily get it back.

Maybe we knew each other in another life. Or maybe we were just meant to find each other in this one.

We spend so much of our passion on our first love. I’m not convinced that it—passion—is one of those things that you have an endless amount of—like happiness or sadness. I could be happy all day. I could be sad all day. But I’m not so sure I’ll ever love like that again.

If you want to keep your memories, you first have to leave them.

I had found him again, and with him, my world had become completely unwound. It was messy and impulsive, naive and irrational, and somehow, right again.

Dreams would always end with you, and then mornings would steal you away with a cruelty that haunted my days.

More than every once in awhile, More than most dreams, More than just my heart, More than anything, More than you know, And more than I can say,I’ve loved you more Every passing day.

I loved you too much to lose you twice.

She was also a memory, the worst kind of memory–the kind that pulled you to your knees at just the sound of her name.

Maybe we knew each other in another life. Or maybe we were just meant to find each other in this one.

Life didn’t go how I had planned, but I couldn’t have planned a better life. Somewhere in between the beginning and eternity, I fought the war that we all must fight–the journey that in taking, forces us to come face to face with our own realities.

The past will find a way to squeeze into the present–if you let it.

There is a perfect someone, even if the road to that someone isn’t all that perfect

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