Dear Life, when I asked if my day could get worse, it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge.

I lack the eligibility to be sent to Heaven, but I do not wish for Hell.

As long as you continue living, good things will come your way. Lots of good things.

People always just want to see you happy. Unless your happiness becomes a reality, then it's a problem for them.

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.

I don't make mistakes. I make prophecies which immediately turn out to be wrong.

You said you needed a little time for my mistakes,
it's funny how you use that time to have me replaced.