There are not many people in this world with the ability to give you butterflies, and if you don’t tell those people how you feel, It'll be like spending the rest of your life in your own personal prison.

We talk like we know what's going on, but we don't. We don't know anything. We're really young and we're gonna screw-up a lot. We're gonna keep changing our minds and even sometimes our hearts. And through all that, the only real thing we can offer each other is forgiveness. I couldn't do that. Or at least I did it too late. Don't make my mistake. Don't let yourself be so angry you stop loving. Because one day you'll wake up from the anger, and the person you love will be gone.

Maybe I fell in love with him or maybe I just wanted someone to pay attention to me.

I spend so much time expecting the worst that I don’t even notice the moments when people are loving me.