It could have been so beautiful.
The way I learned and got free and swore to never love another person
ever again
and it could have been so beautiful,
the way I actually did.

So you will meet many ’someones’ who will give a new definition to your name.
And you can not build walls, must not close the door and please don’t hide,
because if you ask me about hurt
and love
I will say love. Love because the hurt will come and go no matter what, but only love makes it worth while. Only love can cure it.
Don’t be scared. Go. Love.

I haven’t been very impressed lately.
By people,
or places,
or the way someone said he loved me and then slowly changed his mind.

The world is filled with so many beautiful people after all and who am I to think that you will hold on, hold on to me, because who am I and what are we?

I will find comfort in the rhythm of the sea.

It doesn’t matter how many times you leave, it will always hurt to come back and remember what you once had and who you once were. Then it will hurt just as much to leave again, and so it goes over and over again.
Once you’ve started to leave, you will run your whole life.