We're slipping away from each other, and I'm holding on, I'm holding on so hard, the edge is close to crumbling, but I know if I loosens my grip, even a little, I'll fall away completely.

I've come to realise that Peter Pan's not real, and there is no such thing as Neverland; growing up is inevitable...And some things hurt...A whole bunch.

I trust so little, and love so much.

No one knows what you feel inside, and most of the time you don't either, so the pain swells until it's overflowing, and you can't stop it; that brings even more pain.

Loves a two-way street. That's the way it should be; the way it works; what makes a 'happy, fairy tale ending' possible.

She's afraid she'll die without him. But what scares her the most is the fact that he might be able to live without her.

How cool would it be; just you and me; louder than the rest of the world. You and me against the rest of the world.

I feel an ineffable regret when looking at what we lost with each other.

It feels like there's Supernova bursting in my chest whenever I think of you.

I am crushed by an immeasurable amount of grief as you've confirmed all my doubts that I loved you far more.