Some people you’re not meant to get over.

It wasn’t good. It was good in the beginning and I held on to that.

They always come back, but we don’t always answer.

You don’t get over it. You move past it. You move through it. You lose yourself to find it, and when found, it’s yours and no longer theirs.

If I had amnesia, I know I would fall in love with you all over again.

One day he’ll realize he is and was wrong. But that’s for him to figure out. You can’t change people or make them realize things they don’t want to see.