There was beauty in the idea of freedom, but it was an illusion. Every human heart was chained by love.
These pictures are my heart. And if my heart was a canvas, every square inch of it would be painted over with you.
He can touch your soul. And there is a difference between having your heart break and having your soul shatter.
He knew in the way that she was a part of him, the way her breathing was his breathing, and her dreams were his dreams, and her blood was his blood, and when her heart stopped he knew that his would too, and he would be glad, because he wouldn’t want to live one second in a world that didn’t have her in it.
When no one you know tells the truth, you learn to see under the surface.
It was hard to live normally when you were constantly pretending you didn't see what was going on in front of your face.
