“There are some people that we can’t forget, but we don’t smile anymore when they are mentioned.”

“The best nights are the ones you never plan.”

““What a beautiful morning,” She paused, only to look back at me with a smile, “right?” In that moment, I was drowning. I was drowning in the way she wore her soft smile with stars on a brown sky in her eyes. I was drowning in her gentle, soothing voice that filled every void. I was drowning in everything that had to do with her. “Right,” I answered eventually, smiling, “It sure is a beautiful morning with you.””

““Let’s run away.” “To where?” “I don’t know,” he answered, reaching out for her hand, “Just to a better place where no one knows us. Just the two of us.””

“I, who is lonely for as long as I can remember, will come to love you slowly and carefully, with all of my being. In my dimly lit life, there will only be you, who has been soft and kind for as long as you live. I will love you always.”

““Will you wait for me?” “Yes.” He answered. “Even if I take too long?” He looked at her, “Well, I may grumble if you take too long,” he smiled, “But I’ll still wait. I will wait if it’s you.””

“And you ought to know that you can fall asleep on me, whether when we are in the middle of a conversation about foggy mornings, or when we are talking on the phone in the dead of the night. I want you to know that you can just drift to sleep, without having to worry about leaving me hanging, because my God, there is nothing more loving than being the last person you talk to before you slip into the arms of a silent dream. To be the one you force yourself awake for, until you give in to sleep’s powerful pull. To be the one to tell you goodnight, before anyone else does.”

“This body of mine has a terrible habit of making room for pain to stay by chasing away the Sun.”

“My dear, I do not wish to forget you, But I do wish to think less of you at all times.”

“I certainly don’t blame you for leaving. And I truly understand that there are things that are beyond our control, Just like how you suddenly started to feel for him. But if there are ways for me to make you feel the pain of being thrown away, To make you feel my aching soul, I will do it.”

““It’s unbelievable actually,” she begins, “I’m never the type of person who can make her choices quick enough because I think a lot when it comes to making a choice. Whether it is a choice on having chocolate or a vanilla ice cream, or a choice on reading a romance novel or a horror novel.” “I have to be careful when I make my choice because I will have to lose either one of the choices when I make up my mind. But you, I made up my mind so quickly when it comes to you. I made my choice to love you and I was so sure about it.” “And in that choice,” she breathes, “I lost myself.” “I have lost myself loving you.””

““Look at you,” he says as he tucks a strand of hair behind her ears, “you’re such a mess.” “Such a lovely mess.””

““I was sure I got over her,” he told his friend after downing a shot of tequila, “But the moment my phone rang, I actually wished that it was her.” “It’s been so long,” he took a deep breath, “But it takes only a ringing phone to bring back all the memories, to take me back to square one.””