i’ve learned that you can’t predict [love] or plan for it. for someone like me who is obsessed with organization and planning, i love the idea that love is the one exception to that. love is the one wild card.
I found, sometimes it's better to remember everything about them, the good and the bad, celebrate it and mourn it, because, if you can't get over it, then it mattered.
just close your eyes, you’ll be alright; come morning light, you and i’ll be safe and sound.