Even gravity couldn't keep us together--we were always meant to drift.

Some people are constellations you only glimpse once--bright, unreachable, unforgettable.

In a universe of maybes, he was the surest thing fate ever wrote.

Crossed paths weren't accidents--they were fate remembering.

Who seeks shelter in God when the day is bright? That’s why sometimes, it has to rain a little inside.

In the end, it’s not the years that matter, but the stories you leave etched in the hearts of others

if i new my heart was going to break, i wouldnt of gave you my heart

i wish i read the last page first

Ive never known love before like the kind of friend it takes to keep a pair of house shoes for you when you visit
-ERS

Love is the closest thing to magic… but not all magic is good.