We all know there's always that one person.. The one person you always want to talk to, that one person you never want to leave, that one person who you go around in circles with until you both fall together into something beautiful and wonderful: love.

When you know you've really hit rock bottom, it's kind of like falling off your bike. Except, your waiting to hit the ground, to face the damages, but you're stuck falling and falling, waiting...

When you turn around and see the trail of smoke behind you, just remember that's how life is. A bunch of clumsy people like you and I, tearing things apart and screwing up other's lives.

Some people you've got to let go, they don't know what you know- you love them, and they don't.