Do I fear sleepless nights? You have no idea how long the dark lasts when you cannot close your eyes to it.

— Tyler Knott Gregson

Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you.

I hate this idea that people will love you in spite of something. Or find you attractive because they’re “looking past” something. What’s wrong with dating someone who thinks I’m sexy as hell? Not just someone who is looking past my hideousness for the sake of my shining personality.

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, ‘Where have I gone wrong?’ Then a voice says to me, ‘This is going to take more than one night.’

For you, I was a chapter. For me, you were the book.

Like if you love somebody, the love is always shifting or wavering. It’s always questioning or inflating or disappearing or denying or hurting. And the thing is, you can’t do anything about it, you can’t control it.