I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.
I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.
Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.
The one that is meant for us is going to be the hardest to get, the hardest to keep, and the hardest to accept because through all that the love will grow stronger. Love wasn’t made to be easy, otherwise we wouldn’t end up with the right person. We would end up with the first one who comes along. By struggling we single out the wrong ones and realize who really is the one.