At some point in your life you will lose someone you love. Sometimes loving that someone means letting go, and love doesn’t have to die just because the relationship has died. Sometimes, letting go isn’t the end of the world, but the beginning of a new one. Cherish the memories, for they are all that’s left.
If there’s just one piece of advice I can give you, it’s this: when there’s something you really want - fight for it, don’t give up no matter how hopeless it seems. And when you’ve last hope, ask yourself if ten years from now, you’re gonna wish you gave it just one more shot.. because the best things in life, they don’t come free.
Get on the plane, get the train,
Walk 300 miles.
Get to her front door and tell her
“I know this is crazy
But I need you now.”
Our lives are too short to always be sensible,
Get the girl.
Distance makes no difference if your eyes light up when she laughs.
Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.
I think I’m losing it—I don’t know what’s happening, what happened, but I look at you, I look at you, and I love you so much. Not because of anything you’ve said, or done, or anything at all. I look at you, and I just love you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you.