To The Friends We Grow Apart From In Life
The truth is after all this time apart, I still miss you.
The truth is after all this time apart, I still miss you.
Make every second count. Infuse all of your moments with sunshine. Create your own joy.
They cannot kill love.
Giving, giving, and then giving some more. Giving every last piece of myself away. I’m a basket case, overflowing with issues, yet still taking on more every damn day.
Do everything whole-heartedly, or not at all.
People don’t believe their dreams are worth giving it a shot, so they file them away at the back of their mind, and guess what? They fail by default. They fail because they never tried.
Even if you wear some of the thickest skin, you are not invincible to all of the world’s pain. Nobody is.
Isn’t it funny how some of us manage to make all our dreams a beautiful alternate reality, yet some of us never even come close to experiencing the taste of success?
When you love a girl who writes, you’ll finally know what it’s like to live forever.
There might be five thousand miles, seemingly endless oceans, and millions of people standing between us; but if you choose me like I choose you, our hearts will continue to beat together, blissfully unaware, knowing no distance.